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Beneath The Surface
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The night air was cool, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on the city streets as Camilla walked beside Riccardo, her heels clicking against the pavement in a rhythm that matched her thoughts: calculated, determined, never wavering. Despite the tension in the air, despite the countless games that had been played, one thing had become clear to her: Riccardo’s world was both a battlefield and a throne room—and she wasn’t merely a bystander anymore.She was an integral part of it.“Everything went smoothly today,” Riccardo said, his voice cutting through the silence between them. His tone was measured, but there was an undercurrent of something darker there, something she had come to recognize in him—a predatory instinct, the calm before a storm.“Did it?” Camilla replied, glancing up at him. “Because it didn’t feel smooth to me.”Riccardo didn’t look at her but could feel the weight of her gaze on him. He knew how her mind worked, how she dissected every interaction, every exchange in
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