Marco’s fingers twitched as the doors to the ballroom slammed shut behind Alessia. The moment felt suspended in time, the chatter and clinking glasses fading into the background. His heart was pounding, and his body moved on instinct as he took a step toward the doors, ready to chase after her.Suddenly, a firm hand clamped down on his arm, stopping him in his tracks.“Marco, don’t.”Dante’s voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable authority in it. His grip tightened just enough to hold Marco back, though not enough to cause a scene. Marco’s body was already coiled with tension, his muscles tight with the need to act. He turned his head sharply, glaring at Dante with barely contained rage.“Let go of my hand,” Marco growled through clenched teeth, his eyes blazing with fury. Every second that ticked by was another second Alessia was out there, alone, hurting, and it was his fault. The guilt gnawed at him like a beast tearing at his insides.But Dante stood firm, his gaze hard as
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