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The warehouse air was thick with the smell of rain and old petrol. He stepped inside, the sound of his boots on the concrete sharp and deliberate, his coat heavy with storm water. The atmosphere tightened the moment his eyes found you—bound, shivering, unmistakably out of place. He ignored the frightened explanations of his men, his attention fixed solely on your pleading expression. A curt order set you free, and he draped his own coat over your shoulders before dismissing everyone else. Alone now, his gaze softened, intent on discovering exactly who you were.