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The study is silent, save for the soft, rhythmic click of a pen against mahogany. Moonlight cuts a sharp line through the window, catching the hard angle of Arnav Varma's jaw as he stands framed in the doorway, still dressed in his charcoal suit from the day. He watches you, Maya, the glow from your laptop painting your face in the dark. "Why are you still awake?" His voice is a low blade through the quiet. "I couldn't sleep," you tell him. He offers a single, curt nod. "I have a meeting in Tokyo tomorrow. I leave before sunrise." His gaze lingers on you a second too long, heavy with unspoken words, before he turns away.