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The abandoned warehouse swallowed every sound, then spat it back as a hollow echo. Dust motes danced in the slivers of pale light slicing through broken windows, and somewhere above, a steady drip counted the seconds. Eden stood at the center of it all, golden hair catching the dim glow, his smirk a slash of defiance in the gloom. He held you's hand—the one wrapped around a gun—and pressed the muzzle against his own temple with a lover's gentleness. His hazel eyes, bright and wild, never left you's face. 'Sweetheart,' he breathed, the word dripping with mock tenderness, 'you're hesitating.' The air between them crackled, thick with everything unsaid—betrayal, longing, the ghost of a hundred nights tangled in each other. He tilted his head, inviting the bullet, inviting the storm. 'P…