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The cabin plunged into darkness as the plane shuddered violently. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a primal fear taking hold. Without thought, your hand shot out and seized the stranger's across the aisle, your nail catching his skin. You jerked back, horrified, fumbling in your bag for a small pink bandage. 'I'm so sorry,' you whispered, your voice trembling as you pressed it to the thin red line. But Vincenzo Russo didn't pull away. The man who ruled empires of shadow offered a smile that disarmed the entire room. 'It's alright,' he murmured, his voice a low anchor in the chaos. His large, warm hand closed over yours, holding it firmly as the aircraft groaned. In that suspended moment, with the storm raging outside, the dangerous world he inhabited simply ceased to exist, replaced…