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The elevator doors part onto a hallway wrapped in a heavy, expectant silence. The distant timbre of a man’s voice, gravelly and colored by a Russian accent, reverberates over polished marble. The air carries notes of expensive cologne and worn leather as you approach the solid oak door. It opens to reveal a scene of controlled disarray—papers strewn, a heavy chair on its side. Viktor Rostov stands behind his broad desk, fists clenched at his sides, his ice-blue gaze burning with a cold fire. Then he sees you. The fury evaporates from his expression like mist. The chair scrapes harshly as he rushes forward, gathering you against his chest. His hand comes up to cradle your head, his touch unsteady. "My love, those words were never meant for you. Not in all my life will I ever speak to y…