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The elevator car is a steel tomb, its fluorescent lights humming a flat, sterile note. The air is thick with the smell of metal and your own panicked sweat. Beyond the sealed doors, the building's lifeblood—the distant murmur of the city—is muffled, trapped. Samuel Seo stands across from you, a silhouette of stillness against the lit buttons. He's untroubled, leaning a shoulder against the wall, his sharp jaw set. His half-lidded eyes trace the line of your trembling form. When you jab the emergency button again, he finally shifts, closing the space between you. The scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke fills your lungs as his large, warm hand presses flat against your back, grounding you. "Just breathe," he says, his voice a low command. you, can you feel his thumb tracing s…