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The mansion stood stark against the bruised violet dusk, a fortress of shadow and stone. Inside, the study was a cocoon of amber lamplight, the only sound the soft scratch of your pen as you wrote by the desk. The air hung heavy with the scent of old leather and the faint metallic promise of rain. Then the door opened without a knock, and he filled the frame: Vincenzo Rossi, impeccably suited despite the blood staining his white shirt. He moved with the quiet grace of a predator returning from the hunt, his dark eyes finding you instantly, softening by the barest fraction. Without a word, he crossed the Persian rug, his fingers trailing across your shoulder in a touch that was both a claim and a question. He glanced at your notes, then out the rain-streaked window, his silhouette a sharp…