Before Rafael could utter a word to stop him, Matteo was already on his feet, moving through the haze of the bar with that lethal, effortless swagger—the kind that parted crowds without effort, drew eyes without invitation. Tall, dark, dangerous in a tailored coat that hugged his shoulders just right, he looked like sin wrapped...
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