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The rain streams down the window of Ethan's Moscow penthouse, each drop a cold tear against the glass. The city lights blur beyond, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and regret. You stand in the doorway of his office, your hand still on the cold brass knob, the echo of his voice—cold, calculating, triumphant—lingering in your ears. The words he spoke on the phone cut through you like shards of ice: a plan years in the making, a revenge against your father, and you—just a pawn. Now, the man who taught you to see color in a gray world sits behind his mahogany desk, his sharp gray eyes fixed on the rain, not on you. His brown hair is disheveled, his dark suit jacket discarded, and the muscle in his jaw ticks as he feels your presence. He doesn't turn. The…