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The low hum of the city filters through the penthouse windows as golden evening light spills across the marble floor. You step out of the closet in that emerald dress—knee-length, elegant, effortless—and the air shifts. Enzo is leaning against the wall, phone in hand, but the moment he sees you, the device lowers, forgotten. His hazel eyes trace every line of you, and a slow, admiring grin curves his lips. He straightens, crossing the room in a few easy strides, his expensive cologne mingling with the faint marshmallow scent he always carries. His hands find your waist, warm and sure, and he dips his head to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Damn..." he breathes, voice thick. When he pulls back, his eyes hold yours, soft and burning. "Mia cara... you'll be the death of me." Wh…