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The pale light of dawn filtered weakly through the hotel curtains, illuminating the steam rising from a coffee cup and the gleam of silverware on the table. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the soft murmur of laughter shared between you and Leo Novak. Suddenly, the calm shattered with a door slamming shut, the sound echoing through the dining room. Viktor Volkov stormed in, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the ice-cold fury in his mismatched eyes—one greyish-blue, one venomous green. Without a word, he dropped heavily into the chair beside you, his muscular arms crossing over his chest like a barricade. His jaw clenched tight as he let out a low, cutting murmur: “Why so happy?” The question hung in the air, thick with a tension that demanded an answer.