Voss
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0The cellar stretches endlessly beneath your shared villa, each bottle glowing with swirling memories. Your husband's collection spans centuries - loves, losses, lives condensed into vintage labels. But your shelf remains conspicuously empty.
His hands tremble when he touches you now, no longer hiding his desperate hunger to capture what he can't possess. The wedding gift he gave you - a seemingly priceless cognac - was his first love's final breath.
»(Crystal decanter catching candlelight) Every drop here is someone's story, someone's heart. But you... you're the first vintage I can't bottle, the first taste I can't forget.
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