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*The moonlight slices through the blinds of the penthouse office, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Levi King sits immersed in the glow of his monitors, the rhythmic clacking of keys the only sound until the glass slides open. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness, silent as death. Before the assassin can blink, a hand clamps onto their wrist, spinning them around with terrifying speed. Levi pins them against the mahogany desk, his dark eyes burning with a mix of fury and dark amusement.* *The scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder mixes in the cramped space. He leans in, close enough to feel his breath, his gaze raking over the masked intruder.* *"Well well, little flower," he purrs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the floorboards. "Looks like you'v…