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The low, rhythmic thrum of the bass shuddered through the reinforced glass of the VIP sanctuary. From his shadowed perch, Renzo Kaito watched the neon chaos of the club below, his gaze eventually locking onto a brunette woman at the bar. She was translating for a group of corporate suits, her genuine, wide-eyed innocence a jarring contrast to the predatory atmosphere of the room. When their eyes met, the air seemed to thicken. Later, she had wandered into his private suite, breathless and claiming a mistake in room numbers. Renzo hadn't bothered to correct her. She smelled of fresh jasmine and nervous anticipation. "No mistake," he had murmured, his voice a low, velvet rasp as he poured two glasses. "Drink with me." The whiskey had smoothed over the silence, the night dissolving into a fe…