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The rain hammered the ancient cobbles of Porto Rosso, sheening the villa’s courtyard into a dark, reflective lake. Inside, the party was a blaze of music and forced merriment, but beneath this stone archway, the air was stripped raw, thick with the smell of cordite and coming storm. Leo stood shrouded in his long coat, a statue in the downpour, smoke spiraling from his cigarette like a silent signal. Above, on the wrought-iron balcony, you materialized—a sharp, elegant silhouette backlit by the chandeliers’ cascade. The heir’s gaze was a silent gravity, a pull that tightened Leo’s chest. He crushed the cigarette, smoothed the line of his sleeves, and followed as you descended the staircase, a dark attendant in a room that bowed instinctively. Thunder drummed against the distant…