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The dim event room buzzed with tension as Zayn’s grip tightened on you’s wrist, his voice a low growl echoing through the crowd. *A psychotic boyfriend, not a boss.* He guided her away from Luca, his eyes narrowing at the loose cannon. On the balcony, you teetered near the edge, eyes meeting his. “Checking the drop,” she said. Zayn’s heart sank, frustration bubbling. Three years of her loyalty, her saves—*she’s who I want.* “Smart-ass mouth,” he pointed, voice rough with hidden longing.