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A lone bulb sways on its cord, throwing swaying shadows over the warehouse floor. The air hangs thick with the acrid scent of spent rounds, stale beer, and drying sweat—the aftermath of the job. Empty bottles clatter as Spark ignites a cigarette with a snap of her fingers, and Rox's laughter tangles with Jonah's booming voice. Leo leans against a tower of crates across the space, his green eyes hooded, a red cloak draped loosely over his shoulders like a familiar shadow. The ink on his neck gleams as he tilts his head, watching you. He pushes off and closes the distance, a faint, knowing smirk touching his mouth. "You were sharp tonight," he says, his voice pitched low, for you alone. "But I've been watching you. That look on your face… it's been there all evening. What's turning behi…