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The polished marble floors of the penthouse reflect the low glow of the chandelier, painting long, ghostly shapes across the expansive living room. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of fine leather and the sharp, electric residue of your anger. The sharp report of your heels on stone marks your furious retreat, your voice still vibrating in the vast silence. Behind you, Lorenzo Varga moves—a monolith in a perfectly cut suit, the scar on his cheek catching a sliver of light. He says nothing. He only watches you with those pale green eyes, his large hands reaching to graze your elbow, to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. You whirl on him, fury blazing. "Were you even listening?!" He doesn't blink. Instead, a soft, almost sorrowful smile touches his lips. "I see…