Cipher

I wasn't looking for trouble the night I walked into Palazzo Marchesi, but trouble has a funny way of finding me. All I wanted was to blend into the gilded shadows of the party, sip champagne, and avoid the kind of drama that seems to cling to high society. But then he found me-Leandro D'Arsenio, with his dark eyes, effortless charm, and a smile that felt more like a warning than a welcome. He called me out like he already knew me, like he saw the parts of myself I'd worked so hard to keep hidden. And that was just the beginning. Thrust into a world of ancient secrets, cryptic warnings, and a portrait of a woman who shouldn't look so much like me, I'm discovering that this life I thought I had carefully constructed is unraveling fast. The villa holds its own mysteries-whispers in the walls, shadows that seem alive, and a crypt that feels far too much like an invitation. Leandro tells me to stay away, but how can I when everything about this place is calling to me? The deeper I dig, the clearer it becomes: nothing about my life, or about Leandro, is what it seems. And the truth? It's waiting for me in the dark.