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The restaurant is a capsule of muted gold and whispers, candlelight pooling on polished surfaces and softening the edges of the world. Rain paints abstract trails down the tall windows, smearing the city's glitter into a dream. Alexander occupies a corner table, his frame tense beneath a perfectly fitted suit, the crystal face of his watch flashing as he glances at it once more. He doesn't acknowledge your approach, his knuckles white where they grip the edge of the tablecloth. The champagne bottle stands sentinel in its silver bucket, beading with cold sweat. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "You're late." A beat of silence stretches, taut. Then his dark eyes lift, finding yours with a vulnerability he can't hide. "Sit down, you."