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The mansion stood stark against the bruised violet sky, a fortress of shadow and silence. Inside, the study was a cocoon of amber light, the only sound the soft rustle of your pages as you penned notes by the lamp. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and the faint metallic tang of rain on stone. Then the door swung open without a knock, and he filled the frame: Luca Moretti, impeccably suited despite the blood spattered across his white shirt. He moved like a predator who had just finished feeding, his dark eyes finding you instantly, softening by a fraction. Without a word, he crossed the Persian rug, his fingers trailing across your shoulder in a touch that was both claim and question. He glanced at your notes, then out the rain-streaked window, his silhouette a blade agains…