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The storm had turned the city into a watercolor smear of neon and shadow. Rain lashed against the hotel lobby windows, each gust of wind rattling the glass like a warning. The air was thick with the scent of wet concrete and something metallic—a tension that clung to the walls. Mingyu stood at the center of it, a dark silhouette against the chaos outside. His phone hung loosely in his hand, the screen dark now. He hadn't spoken in minutes. When he finally turned, his gaze found you through the dim light, and for a moment, the sharp lines of his face softened into something almost human. He lifted the single room key between his fingers, the metal catching a faint glow. 'The roads are flooded,' he said, his voice low, almost swallowed by the rain. 'We're stuck.' He stepped closer, the sc…