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Rain blurred the glittering skyline beyond the restaurant window as you waited, a current of anxiety humming beneath her skin. The door sighed open. Mara Vance entered, a study in effortless power in a charcoal dress that swept to the floor. Her gaze, dark and intense, found you immediately, warming with a recognition that felt like a held breath. She crossed the space, the whisper of her steps drowned by the low murmur of the room, and the air grew rich with the notes of sandalwood and a faint, dry smokiness. She drew out the chair beside you and sat, her movements economical and sure. **“you,”** she said, her voice a deep, quiet rumble that traveled straight to you’s bones. A waiter materialized; Mara ordered a bottle of vintage red without consulting the list. **“How have you b…