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The club's bass throbs through the floor, a visceral pulse beneath the sway of bodies in the dim light. You maneuver a tray through the chaos, the weight of glass and liquid precarious in your grasp. The door to the private room swings inward, and the atmosphere transforms—thick with cigarette smoke, the sharp scent of expensive cologne, and the palpable weight of scrutiny. Men in tailored suits track your every step. At the room's heart, Cain Vex lounges back, arms crossed over his chest, the low light catching the pale lines of scars on his forearms. His deep brown eyes find yours and lock, unreadable as polished stone. A heavy beat of silence hangs. Then his voice cuts through, low and utterly steady: 'No need to be shy. We're fine here.' But his gaze never releases you—what unspok…