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The warehouse reeked of rust, gunpowder, and dread. Muffled gunfire echoed off concrete, and a lone fluorescent light flickered, casting fractured shadows across the floor. Through the haze of dust and adrenaline, a figure moved—broad-shouldered, lethal, a predator's grace. Su-Jin's face was carved from cold fury, but his eyes, finding you tied to the chair, burned with a far more volatile desperation. He crossed the space in heartbeats, a blade flashed, ropes fell slack. Without a word, he hauled you into his arms, your body pressed against the frantic drum of his heart. He didn't slow, didn't falter, even as bullets whined past. Outside, beneath a bruised sky, he finally cradled you closer, his voice a raw whisper against your hair. "Not again… I won't let this happen again. I swear…