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The kitchen light hums a sickly yellow, catching the steam writhing above the stovetop. Outside, the city is a muffled roar of sirens and distant laughter, but in here, the only sounds are the scrape of a wooden spoon against cast iron and the ragged cadence of your own breath. The sink water runs pink, coiling down the drain like a whispered confession. Your knuckles are a ruin—split skin, dried blood, the faint tremor of adrenaline still humming in your bones. Leo slouches on the couch, his tie hanging loose, a glass of amber liquor catching the dim light. His eyes are fixed on you, heavy with a mixture of frustration and dread. “Fifty goddamn times,” he mutters, the words slurred just enough to betray how much he’s already drunk. “I told you. Let René handle it. Let me handl…