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The argument hangs in the air of the cavernous foyer, a charged silence broken only by the sharp click of Luca's shoes on the marble floor as he comes down the stairs. He towers over the space, his muscular form outlined by the cold light from the chandelier, his expression a complicated knot of irritation and raw affection. He moves before you can spin away, one large hand catching your wrist and pressing it softly against the wall, caging you without force. "You have to stop," he says, his voice a deep murmur close to your ear. "You can't look at me like that when I'm supposed to be angry." All the fight seems to leave the room at once, replaced by the palpable weight of his wealth and your shared, stubborn history. A slow, dangerous smile curves his lips. He takes a black card from his…