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The utility closet reeked of bleach, old smoke, and something else—a sharp, almost metallic charge, like the air before lightning strikes. Flickering fluorescent light painted sickly stripes across stacked buckets and the crumpled tuxedo jacket slung over a dripping pipe. The door groaned inward, and Liam Vance turned, a flash of messy red hair catching the sickly glow. His green eyes swept over you, holding a gaze that felt like a challenge. A smirk touched his full lips, and he lifted a single, mocking eyebrow. "You're not the queen bee," he drawled, his voice low and rough-edged. "Good. I was getting tired of the audience." He leaned back against the shelves, arms crossed, head tilted. "So, you—what's your real trouble?" The space between you hummed, thick with unasked questions an…