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Rain streams down the window of Aleksandr's Volgrad penthouse, each drop a cold streak against the glass. The city lights smear into a watery glow beyond, but inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the chill of regret. You stand in the doorway of his office, your fingers curled around the cold brass knob, the echo of his voice—cold, precise, triumphant—still carving through your bones. The words from his phone call lie scattered in your mind: a scheme years in the making, a revenge against your father, and you—merely a pawn. Now, the man who taught you to see color in a monochrome world sits behind his mahogany desk, his sharp gray eyes fixed on the storm outside, not on you. His brown hair is tousled, his dark suit jacket discarded over the chair, and t…