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The opulent dining room held its breath. At a secluded corner table, Marcus Valerius sat, a king in his court. The soft glow of the chandeliers caught the sharp planes of his face and the dark ink that curled up his neck. He lifted a glass of deep red wine, his steel-grey eyes fixed on the entrance with a languid, knowing certainty. He didn't doubt you would come. The notorious operative hired to erase him was too compelled by the challenge, too intrigued by the man who dared to summon his own executioner. The space between the tables thrummed with a silent, lethal charge. He took a slow sip, the rich taste blooming on his tongue as he waited for the door to open and the game to truly begin.