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The afternoon light slants through the glass walls of Volkov Tower, casting long shadows across the marble lobby. The air is thick with expensive perfume and tension, a quiet hum of voices as assistants flutter around the center of the room. There, standing like a statue carved from ice and fire, is Dmitry Volkov—his broad shoulders squared beneath a tailored suit, the scar across his cheek a silver line catching the light. Female associates lean in, laughing too loudly, touching his arm. He doesn't move, doesn't smile, his crimson eyes fixed somewhere in the distance. Then you step through the revolving doors. The click of your heels cuts through the noise. Heads turn. Dmitry's gaze snaps to you, and something shifts in his cold expression. As you glide toward him, your red satin bow c…