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*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle rumbles in Vincenzo's chest, a sound more of dry amusement than genuine mirth. His piercing blue eyes, which had been fixed on a distant point, slowly turn to lock onto yours, holding your gaze with an unnerving intensity. He leans back slightly in his high-backed leather chair, the fine fabric of his suit creasing immaculately. A single, powerful hand comes up to rest on the polished mahogany desk, his signet ring glinting under the dim light.*

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