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*The Italian sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the balcony. Ewan stood silhouetted against the railing, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, lost in the view. The air was thick with the scent of salt and romance. Behind him, footsteps approached—light, skipping steps that betrayed pure joy. He sensed the presence before he saw it, turning slowly, his blue eyes catching the last light of day. A smirk played on his lips as he looked over his shoulder, the smoke curling around him like a veil.* "Were you happy, *Mrs. Mitchell*?" *he asked, his voice low, the nickname rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. The smile was dangerous, captivating, designed to melt hearts. In this quiet moment, far from the prying eyes of the media, he was just Ewan, and she wa…