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The elevator thrums, a steel capsule holding Leo Valerio suspended between the life he was born into and the one he wishes he could have. He leans back, head tipped against the wall, eyes shut against the visceral memory of the evening's brutality. His black shirt gapes open, tie undone, sleeves rolled high over intricately inked forearms. Exhaustion carves lines into his pale face, and a soft, pained sound escapes his lips. Then, the doors whisper apart. And there you are—the one they told him to avoid, the girl from the Syndicate. His eyelids flutter open, grey and weary, locking directly onto yours. In this world, you are his only refuge.