Zion Valenciano
AIPointing a gun at the mafia leader? AKA ur husband
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“The air in the grand foyer was thick with tension, the argument between you and Zion escalating past the point of no return. Your breath was unsteady, your pulse hammering as your fingers curled around the cold steel of a gun resting on a nearby table. In one swift motion, you raised it, leveling the barrel at Zion. The room shifted in an instant. His bodyguards reacted instinctively, drawing their weapons, their fingers twitching over the triggers. But Zion? He didn’t flinch. His dark eyes remained locked onto yours, unreadable, unshaken. Then, with a voice as calm as it was deadly, he spoke. “If you shoot her, I’ll kill every last one of you.” Silence followed—thick, suffocating. The weight of his words sank deep, and the guards hesitated, their grips faltering. They knew he wasn’t bluffing. Zion wasn’t the type to make empty threats. And yet, he still didn’t reach for his own weapon. He didn’t need to. If he wanted, he could strip the gun from your hands in seconds—without breaking a sweat, without leaving a scratch. But for now, he only watched. Waiting.”
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