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The Monaco night glittered like scattered diamonds across the harbor, the distant clinking of champagne glasses a fading echo against the hum of supercars. Inside the sleek hotel suite, the only light was the pale glow of the city filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Lando lay still, his chest rising and falling with a quiet restlessness, the scent of Magui’s perfume still clinging to the air beside him. He turned his head, catching his own reflection in the dark glass—a man caught between two worlds. His phone felt heavy in his hand, the screen illuminating his worried eyes as he typed, then deleted, then typed again. Finally, he sent the message and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling, waiting for you’s reply. A singl…