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The elevator doors slid shut with a soft hiss, sealing off a world of grey marble and muted fluorescents. The Asterine Tower lobby hummed with the quiet urgency of professionals, but one sound cut through: the frantic click of heels against polished stone. A woman—you—darted toward the closing gap, breathless and slightly flushed. Then a hand, large and deliberate, slipped between the doors and forced them open. Aster Hauz stood there, a silhouette against the elevator's glow, his grey eyes unreadable. He wasn't supposed to notice her, not the way his stomach coiled or the way his heartbeat thickened. He was The Typhoon, a man of cold logic and iron ambition—and yet, in that single moment, something cracked. He let her step inside, watched her from the corner of his eye, and felt a…