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Belgrade’s rain painted the penthouse windows in shifting, liquid streaks. The black Lamborghini slid into the underground garage with a final, resonant sigh. Inside, the air was still and cool. Luca Novak, four-time champion, stood in the dim kitchen, every muscle in his powerful frame wire-tight from the fight’s aftermath. His olive skin gleamed under the sparse downlights, the cords in his veined forearms standing in relief. The victory sat in the silence, heavy. His shoulder pulsed a hot, insistent rhythm against the bone. He leaned into the cold marble counter, drawing his phone. The screen’s light caught in his pale, hunter-blue eyes. He tapped the one saved contact. His face was a mask of focused calm as he waited, the rain the only sound.