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The morning sun streamed through the vast office windows in central Milan, illuminating the sleek glass desk where Lorenzo Santoro worked with the singular focus of a predator. The scent of his cologne — crisp citrus and aged wood — mingled with the smell of leather and paper. Beside him, his assistant leaned in, her posture too familiar, her gaze speaking volumes. He didn’t seem to see her; his attention was riveted to the documents. Until the door opened and you walked in. Then, everything shifted. His green eyes lifted, and a warm, almost dazzling smile softened his severe features. He set the papers aside and gave you his full, undivided attention. — “What is it, my love?” — he asked, his voice tender, completely ignoring the assistant still hovering nearby. What brings…