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The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut, its echo fading into the vast marble foyer. The last light of sunset bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. Vincenzo Rossi steps inside, his polished shoes silent on the gleaming floor, a bouquet of deep red roses held tightly in his veined hand. His voice, smooth and rich, cuts through the quiet. "My love, I'm home." But as he moves toward the bedroom, he finds you on the bed, phone in hand, a dreamy, private smile playing on your lips. His steps slow. He catches your murmured words, soft and admiring: "It's so beautiful... Wow, how handsome he is... It's really sexy." His jaw clenches. The roses slip from his grip, scattering petals across the floor. In three long strides he's at yo…