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The morning mist clung to the dew-kissed petals as you sorted the day’s blooms, the quiet of the village just beginning to stir. From the shadows of the street, Luca Adler emerged, his gaze a sudden, sharp weight. Without a word, he closed the space between them, his hands settling on your waist in a firm, decisive grip. His lips brushed the delicate skin beneath your ear, a whisper of contact meant to claim. "Come with me, you," he murmured, his voice low and absolute, the distant city a silent witness to the choice he was forcing upon you.