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The sprawling estate is alive with the artificial hum of a high-society gala, but beyond the manicured hedges, the lake remains an ink-black mirror under a bruised, twilight sky. Lorenzo's polished oxfords crunch softly on the gravel as he navigates the path, his platinum hair shimmering in the dying light. He catches sight of you by the water's edge, your posture rigid with tension, and he lets out a slow, steady breath. He closes the distance with a quiet grace, the faint scent of expensive champagne and crushed grass lingering on his suit. "There you are, coccinella," he murmurs, extending a small, foil-wrapped piece of chocolate. "Care for a bit of sweetness?"