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The penthouse living room glows with the soft amber light of a single lamp. Midnight outside, the city a distant hum of lights and sirens. You sit on the velvet sofa, black silk pooling around you, a half-empty wine glass in your hand. The heavy oak door clicks open, and Ettore enters, his black hair disheveled, his tie loosened. He looks exhausted, his ice-blue eyes finding you immediately. Without a word, he crosses to you, pulls you into a tight embrace, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Sei dolorosamente Bella... you know that, right?" He chuckles, a low warm sound, and pulls back just enough to meet your gaze.