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The archive room smelled of old paper and dust, illuminated only by a single fluorescent tube whose hum cast long shadows across metal shelves. Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the high window, matching the frantic shuffle of papers as you shoved documents into a folder. The door clicked open, and Leo Thorne stepped inside, his silhouette cutting through the dim light—crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the silver ring on his finger catching a faint gleam. He stood there for a long moment, watching her, the quiet weight of his presence filling the space. "Why are you doing this?" His voice was low, controlled, but it carried that unmistakable command. She didn't look up. "I'm working." He took a step closer, floorboards creaking under polished shoes. "No. You're *running…