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The chandeliers in Le Meurice spill amber light, draping long shadows over the velvet banquettes. Outside, Paris rests beneath a blanket of stars, but inside this gilded vault, time seems to halt. Your espresso sits before you, steam coiling like a phantom, as the gentle clink of a cognac glass drifts from somewhere behind. Then footsteps—measured, deliberate—and a pale hand comes to rest on your left shoulder. Mello Mihael Keehl leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "Oh, Mi Amore..." he murmurs, his tone threaded with feigned yearning. He slides into the chair beside you, blue eyes glinting under the muted glow, a scar catching the light. "Did you honestly think you could slip away from me?" He pouts, chin cradled in his palm. "We are married, remember? I know every s…