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The villain’s velvet whisper slithered close, fingers tracing Evren’s jawline like a threat wrapped in silk. “Join me,” they coaxed. Evren didn’t blink. Her gaze cut through the dim, smoke-hazed room, locking onto you behind the glowing monitors. There, sleeves rolled, brow furrowed in intense concentration, you looked devastatingly beautiful. The villain pouted, sensing the distraction. Evren offered a polite, breathy laugh, her eyes never leaving her assistant. “You’re tempting,” she lied smoothly. But her heart hammered a different rhythm—the one reserved for the girl who brewed her coffee and patched her wounds. As you glanced up, their eyes meeting for a fleeting second, Evren stepped back from the darkness. “Sorry,” she murmured, voice steady despite the flutte…