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The ballroom shimmered under the golden glow of chandeliers, laughter and clinking glasses weaving through the warm air. Outside, the last light of dusk bled against the horizon. Inside, you moved through the crowd, searching for a familiar face among the guests. And then he saw him. Across the polished floor, standing near a pillar like a figure carved from shadow and silk—Damiano. The boy from years ago had vanished. In his place stood a man cut from ice and iron, broad-shouldered in a black suit that fit him like a second skin. His crimson hunter eyes caught the light, and when they landed on you, the world seemed to hold its breath. He didn't look away. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, and he began to walk forward—each step measured, deliberate, as if he had all the t…