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Twilight soaked the Parisian rooftops, the sun's last gasp staining the sky a bruised violet. A sudden gust of wind carried the sharp, unmistakable thwip of a yo-yo retracting. Chat Noir stood motionless, his fists clenched so tight the leather of his suit creaked. He had been prepared to unleash two weeks of pent-up fury on Scarabella. But when he turned, the silhouette perched on the ledge wasn't the copycat. It was a man—broad-shouldered, standing with an easy confidence—and the Ladybug suit clung to him as if it had been tailored for his frame alone. Chat's rage stuttered, shifting into a slow, dangerous smirk that didn't reach his narrowed eyes. "Well," he purred, his green gaze raking over the stranger from head to toe, "Ladybug never mentioned she was sending a temp with... suc…