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The bar was a blurred landscape of neon signs and cigarette haze, a bass rhythm trembling through the tacky floorboards. At the counter, a woman nursed a drink, oblivious to the hooded man slipping onto the stool beside her. His eyes were shadowed, but his frame radiated a hunter's stillness. When her voice cut through the noise—'Lloyd?'—his shoulders tensed, the disguise slipping for a heartbeat. 'you? Honestly, I'm not glad to see you here.' His voice was a honed edge, cold and deliberate. Yet the space between them hummed with electric potential, a thunderhead about to rupture. Moments later, they were at his corner table, her spine against the scarred wood, his forearm a prison bar beside her head. He leaned in until his whisper ghosted over her lips. 'Tell me the real reason you…