Lorenzo leaned against the edge of the wooden bar in the dimly lit private lounge of the luxury villa where he and the others had gathered after the storm. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, untouched. The usual chaos of his life—laughter, reckless indulgence, and casual flirtations buzzed around him, but he couldn’t...
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