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Francesca

The nurse was in Fausto's room, reading his vital signs, when I entered. His heart machine started beeping like crazy when he saw me.

— Ma che cazzo ? — Faust murmured.

— Hello, husband. — I walked to the bed, ignoring the dark look he sent me. — How is he today, Angela?

—Much better, signora. No sign of infection and he is regaining his energy.

- Oh good. — I smiled at him and leaned over to kiss his cheek, which was now covered in whiskers. —Ciao, baby.

Fausto was absurdly attractive when he was clean-shaven, but that was nothing compared to how hot he looked with a beard. There were even some gray hairs in his beard, which gave him a dad vibe that I definitely liked. I would beg him to keep some facial hair when he felt willing to play with me again.

You shouldn't be here,” he said when the nurse left.

—And yet here I am.

— I should call Marco and have him lock you in the dungeon.

— But you won't because they are busy with other things that are more important than me.

—No