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The hotel lobby hummed with muted luxury—marble floors gleaming under chandeliers, the faint clink of glasses from the bar, and the low murmur of guests. Outside, the ocean breeze slipped through automatic doors, carrying salt and evening chill. Near the reception desk, a cluster of voices broke the harmony. You stood at the center, shoulders tight, while your family pressed in—your mother's sharp tone, your father's dismissive shrug, Laura's theatrical sigh. The receptionist looked helpless. Then footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, cut through the noise. A man stepped into the light: tall, dark-haired, eyes like steel-green chips of ice. He didn't glance at your family. He looked only at you. "She's not giving up her room." Silence fell like a held breath. He slid a key card onto th…