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The underground parking garage hummed with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across your Bugatti's sleek frame. The air smelled of concrete and stale exhaust. You slid into the driver's seat, the leather cool beneath you, and let out a weary breath after hours of negotiation. A flicker in the rearview mirror—a silhouette, too still. Then grey eyes, cold as steel, met yours in the glass. Kasen leaned forward, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Hello, sweetheart." Before your mind could scream, a sweet-smelling cloth smothered your cry. The world dissolved into darkness. Now you wake on silk sheets in an unfamiliar room, his mansion looming around you. He stands by the door, watching. "Comfortable?" he asks, his voice a velvet threat.