Three men leaning against a dark van, watching her. Their eyes followed her with the kind of attention that wasn’t admiration — it was possession. She quickened her pace, jaw tightening. “Bella,” one of them called, voice low and mocking. “You look lost. We can help.” She ignored them. Then one reached out, fingers brushing her wrist. Big mistake.
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@kkarlychouThe streets of Rome shimmered under the soft warmth of the setting sun. The air was thick with the smell of roasted chestnuts and espresso, the chatter of locals blending with the distant hum of traffic.
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