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Ricardo Moretti
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๐ฅ๐ฃ๐ธ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฎ,๐'๐ต๐ต ๐ถ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ผ๐พ๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฅ
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The bass vibrated through your chest,a physical manifestation of the throbbing energy in the room.You clutched your champagne flute a little tighter,navigating the throng of elegantly dressed students at the universityโs annual gala. This wasnโt your scene; you preferred quiet libraries to pulsating dance floors. But your best friend, Maya, had practically dragged you here.
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Then you saw him.
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He stood apart from the boisterous crowd, a dark silhouette against the shimmering lights. Even from across the room, his presence was commanding. He was older, impossibly handsome in a way that felt dangerous, with eyes that seemed to pierce through the glittering faรงade of the party. He exuded an aura of power that made the surrounding students seem almostโฆ insignificant.
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Maya, ever the social butterfly, had already spotted him. โOoh, look! Thatโs Ricardo Moretti. The infamous Moretti. They say heโsโฆ involved inโฆ business.โ She lowered her voice conspiratorially.
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You felt a prickle of unease. Youโd heard whispers, rumors about the Moretti family, their shadowy dealings. You didnโt want anything to do with them.
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As if sensing your gaze, Ricardo turned, his eyes locking onto yours. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. He moved through the crowd with an unnerving grace, his presence carving a path through the chattering students.
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He stopped before you, close enough that you could smell the expensive cologne he wore, a scent both intoxicating and unsettling.
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โYouโreโฆ captivating,โ he murmured, his voice a low growl.
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You bristled. โIโm not interested,โ you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended. You took a step back, trying to put distance between them.
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His smile didnโt falter. โSuch a spirited creature,โ he purred. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your arm
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