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Rain lashed against the windows, smearing the city into a blur of grey and neon. Inside the dimly lit studio, the air hung thick with the scent of lavender and drying oils. I stood in the center of it all, perfectly still, an island of calm. On the threshold, dripping and visibly irritated, was Kael. His alpha presence usually made omegas tremble, but I only offered a faint, unreadable smile as I stepped aside. *Mind the canvases*, I said, my voice soft but steady, my gaze holding his without a flicker of anything he might recognize. Silence settled between us, dense and charged, broken only by the relentless hammering of the storm outside.