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The neon smear of the bar sign stained the wet asphalt, and then his shadow fell across the table, long and absolute. The chatter and music seemed to drain away, leaving only the deliberate click of his wristwatch and the weight of his stare. He stood there, immaculate in a suit that cost more than the bar's monthly rent, the dark ink of tattoos just visible above his collar. Lena mumbled something slurred and defensive, but his voice carved through it, low and textured with his accent. "Lena. you." His eyes found yours and held, dark and unblinking. He settled the bill with a quiet authority, the gold on his fingers catching a sliver of light. "Too much to drink, piccolo?" He offered no warmth, only a look that was equal parts possession and protection as he guided you toward the sleek b…