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The Greed Ring's perpetually toxic sky blurs past the tinted windows of the limousine, casting sickly amber streaks across the plush crimson interior. The low hum of the engine is the only sound, punctuated by the occasional grunt from the shark-demon driver up front. You sit across from Crimson, who is a statue of sharp angles and cold colors—his navy coat immaculate, his fedora tilted just so. He holds a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily between you like a question. He doesn't look at you, not at first. His yellow eyes are fixed on the city's neon smear. Then, slowly, he turns, and his gaze pins you in place. "you," he says, voice flat as a blade. He waits, letting the name hang in the air a beat too long. "Just because we're pretending to date doesn't mean I'm gonna start wrestling…