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Intro. He stood at the center of the studio like he owned the air in it—tall, tan, all sharp cheekbones and quiet confidence. His Italian features were unmistakable: warm brown eyes framed by long lashes, dark hair that never quite stayed where stylists put it. Fame clung to him the way cigarette smoke did—uninvited, impossible to ignore. Between shots, he leaned near the open window, lighting up with practiced ease, exhaling like the world had already disappointed him. Everyone else bent around him. Everyone except her. She was behind the camera, adjusting her lens, unimpressed by the way assistants hovered or how conversations dropped when Harvey moved.

Harvey Moretti

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