Mirella The silence stretches between us, thick and charged, like the air before a storm breaks over the city. I search Silvano’s face for something—anything—that might contradict the quiet certainty in his voice. You already know the answer to that. The words settle low in my belly, warm and terrifying all at once. I do know. Or at least, my body does. Every time he looks at me like I’m the only real thing in his world, something inside me shifts. But knowing and admitting are different beasts, especially when the man saying it moves through shadows the way other people move through daylight. “I shouldn’t,” I whisper. My arms are still crossed tight over my chest, a useless shield. “This is insane. My father, your family, the Bravata—none of it should lead to… whatever this is.” Silvano doesn’t step closer. He stays by the balcony windows, city lights carving sharp shadows across his jaw, but his eyes never leave mine. “Life rarely asks what should be. It only asks what you’re wi
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