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The fluorescent lights in the Aegis Division dispatch room buzzed softly above you as you scanned the assignment file, the sterile air carrying traces of dust and stale coffee. Beyond the windows, the neon glow of Neonfall washed the streets in electric violet and acid green. Your orders were straightforward: escort the city's rising star, Lyra Sol, and her manager safely through the Hollows. Routine—until you saw her. Claire Sable stood near the entrance, her silver hair catching the harsh light, her posture as precise as the edge of a blade you once trained alongside. The instant your eyes met, reflex took command. Before thought could intervene, you'd pushed her back against the wall, your hands on her shoulders, close enough to feel the heat you'd remembered for years. But that paus…