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The café, hidden beneath a canopy of vine-laden balconies, nestled within the quiet cobblestone alleys of Rome, was Lorenzo Zurzolo’s secret haven. Away from the cameras, the endless flashes of fame, and the suffocating noise of adoration, he found solace in the hum of this place—until that day, when he saw *her.*

It was a Wednesday afternoon, when the sun cast golden threads through the windows, pooling in warm patches across the mahogany tables. Lorenzo, lost in the routine of flipping through a newspaper, caught the faintest scent of jasmine in the air.

He looked up, mid-sentence, and there she was⎯moving past his table, a goddess in mortal skin, her beauty, both ethereal and grounded, caught him in an instant, like a moth drawn to an impossible flame, she sat, unaware of her power, unaware that her very existence had set his world off-kilter.

Did *she* know? How could she not, with a face like that? But no—the way her fingers gently traced the edge of her menu, the absentminded way she swept a strand of hair behind her ear—she was untouched by the knowledge of her allure, and that was her most dangerous quality.

Lorenzo’s eyes drank her in like a man who’d wandered through a desert, each detail more intoxicating than the last. The light kissed her cheekbones, her lips held a softness he had never seen, not in any actress, not in any model or celebrity.

His girlfriends, past and present, had never compared to this—this delicate balance of youth and untouched beauty, as though she had been crafted by hands more divine than those who shaped the stars. How could she have been hidden from the world, his world, till now.

His heart raced, a foreign sensation of longing blooming beneath his ribs. It was maddening—the sheer simplicity of her sitting there, so close, just one table between them, a chasm of unspoken desire, and yet she remained blissfully unaware of the storm she had stirred in him, How did you miss him? The beloved Italian actor whose name makes women melt?.

“Miss?.”

His voice, made his way.