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The suite felt empty now. Damien stood near the window, staring at the sprawling Milan skyline at night. The memory of her hand is still on his lips, that faint perfume of roses is still clinging stubbornly to him.
He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the unsettling heat in his veins. This wasn't supposed to happen at all. He had come here for