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The rooftop held its breath, silent but for the low, persistent thrum of the city sprawling below. A sharp, cold wind cut through, carrying the metallic hint of coming rain and the heavy weight of old regrets. Flickering neon painted long, shifting shadows across the gravel. Silas stood perfectly still, his outline a stark cutout against the bruised night sky, the sword in his hand catching slivers of artificial light. His knuckles were bleached white, his jaw clenched hard. Across the space, a single tear carved a silver path down you's cheek. He took one slow, grinding step forward, boot soles scraping on loose stone. "Don't say my name, Sienna." His voice was low, like broken glass wrapped in worn velvet. "They wrote the rules a long time ago. Heroes aren't built to love villains, you.…