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The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by a solitary lamp on the nightstand. The clock's steady ticks mark the hour past one, the only sound besides the whisper of a turning page. You're curled on the bed, a romance novel in your hands, when the door swings open. Arno Valenti fills the doorway, his height imposing. He moves without a sound, fingers working the buttons of his white shirt, baring the severe lines of his torso. He hangs the shirt precisely, then closes the space to you. His palm covers your book, and he flings it aside. "I can do better than your silly novels," he says, his voice a low cut through the silence. His dark eyes fix on you.