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EARLY MORNING, STOCKHOLM

A sleek black car with Top Secret Unit 9¾-tinted windows slid silently to a stop outside the hotel. Kunto stepped out, cloaked in his trademark dark sunglasses and long trench coat. He scanned the quiet street with the practiced calm of a seasoned spy, eyes sharp, every movement deliberate.

Inside the lobby, the sleepy receptionist barely registered his presence as Kunto breezed past, flashing a counterfeit note with a sly grin. The receptionist, caught off guard and bemused by the smooth talk, pointed toward a room number.
Kunto moved purposefully down the polished corridor, his footsteps echoing softly. He stopped in front of the door, took a slow breath, then swung it open with dramatic flair.
Inside, Olimpia and Letizia were caught still half-asleep, startled by the sudden intrusion.
“Ladies,” Kunto began, his voice low and grave, laced with the flair of a spy on a secret mission. “Operation 002 is officially underway. Primary objective: recover two stolen hearts. Secondary objective: secure a lifetime alliance.”
From his coat pocket, he produced a small black velvet case and flipped it open beneath the soft glow of the room’s light. Inside, a capsule-shaped ring shimmered...a silver band encircling a tiny diamond nestled within a resin coffee bean.
“This is no ordinary ring,” he explained. “It’s a symbol. A perfectly roasted coffee capsule, hollowed and reinforced. Inside it lies the ancient recipe.”
Olimpia blinked, caught somewhere between disbelief and amusement, while Letizia folded her arms, skeptical yet intrigued.
Kunto knelt, a faint smile playing at his lips. “I’ve faced ancient breakfast cults, mafia ‘Nduja dealers, and countless sleepless nights… all to stand here today. Alive. And asking you both…”

“…will you say yes? Again. So I can complete this mission and go home with my two most dangerous… and beautiful… assets.”