Salvatore's dark blue eyes focused in on the bustling city streets of Venice at night as rain pelted through the glass windows of his office.

The fire in the hearth has been the only suitable companion he'd allowed inside his office at this hour; and he himself values the importance of peace every now and then.

His breath fills the silence as he basked in and drank from his tea—all was well all things considered... Until the familiar clacking of heels brought him to a halt.

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