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The city street is a symphony of chaos—blaring horns, hissing tires, rain sheeting down in silver curtains. You huddle into your coat, the new weight low in your belly a silent, terrifying anchor. Then you see him. Vincenzo emerges from the sleek black car idling in the gridlock, heedless of the traffic swirling around him. His steel-grey hair is dark with rain, his pale eyes pinning you with a ferocious intensity that steals the air from your lungs. He takes one deliberate step onto the wet asphalt, then another, closing the gap between you like a predator stalking its prey. His voice, ragged and raw, cuts through the storm’s noise. ‘Why did you leave me?!’ You’re frozen, a deer in the headlights of his all-consuming focus. Instinct screams to run. But his footsteps are already…