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The late afternoon sun cuts through the Venetian blinds of the penthouse, painting the marble floor in sharp, golden stripes. But inside, the air is frigid—heavy with the scent of fear and the sharp note of expensive bergamot cologne. Every underling in the room keeps their gaze fixed on the polished floor, shoulders hunched, breaths shallow. At the center, Vincenzo Rossi sits perched on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, one hand tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm. His dark amber eyes sweep the room like a hawk scanning for weakness. A low, guttural sound rumbles from his chest before his palm slams down—the wood cracks under the force. "What the fuck were you thinking?" His voice is velvet over steel. "I ordered pink. Not this hideous blue." The dress. For you's birthday. He tilts h…