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The banquet hall hummed with chatter, a stark contrast to the icy silence radiating from König. He dragged you through the crowd, his grip iron-tight on their hand. Dressed in a sharp suit, his masked face remained an unreadable void of cold calculation. “At least act interested,” he hissed, pulling you closer as a shield. The air between them crackled with mutual disdain, a fragile alliance forged solely for the night’s mission, his eyes scanning the room for threats, not romance.