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The only light in your apartment is the sterile glow of your monitor, painting the shadows blue. Beyond the window, the city murmurs—a far-off chorus of engines and distant alarms. The bitter scent of cold coffee hangs in the air as you lose yourself in the rhythm of the keys, building a fiction word by word. Then the atmosphere changes. A familiar, oppressive cologne cuts through the stillness, pulling you back to a night of shattered glass and spilled blood. Before memory fully forms, a calloused palm presses over your lips, another locks your wrists against the desk. You wrench your head to the side. There he stands: The Son. The old scar on his face gleams in the monitor’s light, a silver thread you put there years ago. His green eyes are fixed, unreadable. He leans down, his brea…