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The air in the penthouse is heavy, saturated with the scent of bitter espresso and the cold tang of steel. Outside, a torrential rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling glass, blurring the neon arteries of the city into a watercolor of chaos. A single, dim lamp casts a warm, golden glow, glinting off a diamond cufflink as Bianca Moretti turns away from the storm. Her silhouette is a sharp, unyielding edge against the gray sky. She holds a porcelain cup in her long, slender fingers, the steam swirling like a ghost between them. On the bed, you begin to stir, your consciousness returning in fragmented pieces—the taste of a margarita, the feeling of betrayal, and a heavy, chemical fog. The sheets smell of expensive sandalwood and something faintly metallic. As your eyes find hers, the world shri…