Santorini did not sleep.The villa breathed softly around us, lights dimmed low, firelight flickering against white stone. Outside, the sea moved endlessly, a slow pulse that matched the one building inside my chest.I stood on the terrace surrounded by four men who knew me too well and not enough at all.No one spoke for a moment.The air felt thick, charged with everything unsaid, everything remembered.Sebastian was the first to move.He stepped closer, not touching, his presence a deliberate invasion of my space. His eyes dragged slowly over me, unashamed, appreciative, dark.“You always did look like temptation when you are cornered,” he said quietly.“I am not cornered,” I replied, though my voice lacked conviction.Theo turned to face me fully. His expression had shifted, no longer amused, no longer distant. Something sharper lived there now.“No,” he said. “You are choosing.”The word landed heavily.Luca watched me with open hunger, warmth radiating from him, as though he fel
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