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The intensity of his cold gaze remained unchanged, leaving no trace of whether I had successfully persuaded him. As I moved closer, the fact that we were both naked in the shower slipped from my mind.

Placing my hand on his shoulder, it gradually glided downward, coming to rest on his chest. The glimmer of light danced upon my hand, drawing attention to my wedding ring.

"Maddie, telling a killer to stop is like asking an artist to quit their art. It's just not possible," he said, sounding a bit sad. It was clear I couldn't change Marco's mind about taking lives. There was something inside him that was connected to it, and he couldn't let go. "But, for your sake, I'll spare your father."

I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling better about trusting him even though I had doubts because of how he looked and acted whenever he’s mad.

His fingers tenderly caressed my cheek, his gaze intensifying as it locked onto mine.

"You have the most captivating eyes," he remarked, his touch transition