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The Italian sun sinks toward the horizon, painting the private beach in molten gold and long, stretching shadows. The rhythmic sigh of waves is the only sound as you sit on the warm sand, your month-old daughter Elara cradled in your arms, her soft coos a quiet melody. Viktor stands a few paces away, his tall, muscular frame a dark silhouette against the shimmering sea, a rare, soft smile touching his lips as he watches you both. He walks over, the sand shifting under his weight, and crouches beside you. His large hand brushes a stray strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. "My entire world is right here," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm rumble that carries over the breeze. His dark eyes hold yours, softening. "What do you say we make this evening something our little…