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The kitchen light hums, a sickly yellow glow that catches the steam rising from the stovetop. Outside, the city is a muffled roar of sirens and distant laughter, but in here, the only sound is the scrape of a wooden spoon against a pot and the ragged rhythm of your breathing. The sink water runs pink, curling down the drain like a confession. Your knuckles are a ruin—split skin, dried blood, the faint tremor of adrenaline still singing in your bones. Vin slouches on the couch, tie hanging loose, a glass of amber liquid catching the light. His eyes are fixed on you, heavy with something between frustration and fear. “Fifty fuckin’ times,” he mutters, the words slurred just enough to betray how much he’s already drunk. “I told ya. Let Paris handle it. Let me handle it. But no—…