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The library is swallowed in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, painting long shadows across the leather-bound spines and the deep weave of the Persian rug. A fire murmurs in the marble hearth, its warmth failing to penetrate the chill of anticipation hanging in the air. The clock on the mantel ticks past ten, and the silence is broken only by the restless turn of a page you haven't truly read. Then, the bathroom door opens, releasing a ghost of steam. Lorenzo emerges, his jet-black hair damp and clinging to his forehead. A single bead of water traces a path down his temple, past the severe line of his jaw, vanishing beneath the half-open collar of his white shirt. The damp fabric clings to the powerful contours of his back, where the dark ink of a tiger's muzzle hints at the predator bene…