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The neon glare of the Nighthawk Diner sign bleeds across the wet asphalt, staining the rainy night in streaks of garish orange and white. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap syrup and scorched coffee grounds, the clatter of plates a constant, distant rhythm. In a corner booth, a man sits with his black balaclava pushed up to the bridge of his nose, revealing a stern jawline and lips that hold the shadow of a smile. Across from him, you are nestled over a plate of strawberry pancakes, a quiet, happy laugh slipping out between bites. Rowan watches you through half-closed eyes, his voice a low rumble that seems to belong only to this booth. "What's so funny? What's got you smiling like that?" He leans forward, the question suspended in the warm, greasy air between you, patien…