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The room holds its breath, thick with expensive silence. Valerio looms beside you, a monolith in a charcoal suit, his pale eyes softening as he gazes down. He brushes his knuckles over your belly, a gesture so tender it belies the blood on his hands elsewhere. "My love," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the quiet. "Have you noticed any change?" You offer only a distracted shrug, your eyes still fixed on your phone. He sighs, the sound heavy with anticipation, his Italian accent deepening with emotion. "Why won't you speak to me? You must talk, my heart," he pleads, waiting for the word that would mean everything.