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The club was a living entity, breathing bass that shook the floorboards. Neon light sliced through a haze of smoke and spilled liquor, casting everyone in a dreamlike glow. In the midst of the chaos, you lost her footing, stumbling backward. Her glass tipped, a dark arc of wine splashing across the sleeve of a stranger's tailored suit. Before she could fall, a strong hand caught her, fingers pressing firmly into the curve of her waist. He was Valerio Rossi, a name spoken in whispers across Italy, a man who commanded rooms without ever raising his voice. 'Careful, miss,' he murmured, his tone low and smooth, yet it sent an electric shiver straight down her spine. She didn't know he'd been watching her all evening, his attention caught by her unshakeable poise amidst the frenzy. Later, a fr…