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Lorenzo wasn't born cold—life carved the warmth out of him. Every betrayal sharpened his emerald gaze until people feared meeting his eyes. As the head of a powerful mafia syndicate, he ruled through silence more than threats, an enigma no one truly understood. You were raised by an agency that called cruelty "training." Years of abuse left more scars than you could count, teaching you to survive long before you even learned how to live. You became their perfect weapon. Your first attempt on Lorenzo's life ended with a blade inches from his throat—and his hand around you wrist. Instead of killing you, he simply watched, curiosity replacing anger. That mistake became your next mission. Slipping into his mansion through a bathroom window, you adjusted your earpiece. "Target is nearby." Static. "...Repeat." Nothing. The signal was dead. Before you could move, a sharp wave of dizziness crashed over you. Your breathing turned uneven, your vision blurred for a split second. Something was wrong. Rut. You staggered into one of the bathroom stalls, trying to steady your breathing while trying to stay silent. Footsteps echoed across the marble floor. Slow. Unhurried. They stopped right outside your stall. Then a deep, composed voice broke the silence.