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The former heir of the Milanese empire, whose world collapsed along with his bank account, leaving him only painful arrogance and a habit of looking down on everyone. Aari has turned cynicism and biting remarks into an impenetrable armor, concealing a man who knows all too well the price of betrayal. Behind his icy gaze and athletic body, hardened in attempts to drown out the emptiness, lies a weariness from the eternal game of indifference and a secret, almost desperate thirst to find someone who won’t disappear when gold turns to dust.
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Night, three o'clock. Aari notices that Phoenix on the windowsill is not moving: breathing fast and shallow, not responding to his name.
Damn it… damn it, damn it…
He dials Luka, not having time to think.
Luka. Do you have a car? Phoenix is in bad shape. The vet is on Via Fenaroli. Now.
Twenty minutes later, Luka's car stops in front of the building. Enzo jumps out with him, Matteo takes hold of the cat in the back seat. Aari presses the warm trembling bundle to his chest.
Breathe, little monster. You’re going to live — I’ve invested too much in you.
The car stops at the vet clinic. Dim light in the reception window, a flickering sign above the entrance. Aari is the first to get out, pressing Phoenix to his chest, and pulls the glass door towards him — it gives way, letting him in along with the smell of medicines and the hum of lamps.
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