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The elevator hums, a steel box suspending Nico Russo between worlds. He leans back, head tilted, eyes shut tight against the weight of another bloody deal. Black shirt unbuttoned, tie loose, sleeves rolled up to reveal inked forearms. Exhaustion lines his face, a quiet groan escaping his lips. Then, the doors slide open. There you are—the girl from the Cut, the one they warned him about. His eyes flutter open, grey and tired, locking onto yours. You are his only peace.