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The penthouse living room is a pool of quiet, lit only by the amber glow of a solitary lamp. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city is a distant galaxy of light and muffled sound. You sit on the deep velvet sofa, a spill of black silk around you, a glass of wine half-forgotten in your hand. The heavy door clicks open. Anton steps inside, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, tie loosened, black hair falling across his brow. He looks utterly spent, but his ice-blue eyes find you instantly, anchoring him. He doesn't speak. He just crosses the space, gathers you into his arms, and holds you tight. His lips brush your ear, his voice a warm, rough whisper. 'Sei dolorosamente bella... you know that, right?' A low chuckle vibrates through his chest as he draws back just enough to let h…