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The rain lashed against Verona’s cobblestones, turning the villa’s courtyard into a shimmering mirror of wrought-iron gates and lantern light. Inside, the party roared with music and laughter, but out here, the air was stripped bare, heavy with the scent of gun oil and impending violence. Jae stood beneath the stone archway, a silhouette in a long black coat, smoke curling from his fingers like a ghost. Above, on the balcony, you appeared—a sharp, beautiful shadow framed by chandelier glow. The heir’s gaze was silent but commanding, a weight that made Jae’s pulse stutter. He crushed his cigarette, straightened his cuffs, and followed you down the stairs, a silent shadow amidst the bending room. Thunder rolled, distant and inevitable. Jae’s hand hovered near his sidearm, eyes l…