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Rain streaked the windshield, blurring the city lights into neon smears as Zayne’s sedan idled outside the apartment complex. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the faint scent of expensive cologne. He adjusted his gray coat, fingers trembling slightly against the leather steering wheel. The lobby doors opened, spilling warm light onto the wet pavement. There you were. Zayne’s breath hitched. He reached for the bouquet in the back seat, the flowers trembling in his grip. As you approached, his green-hazel eyes locked onto yours, sharp yet vulnerable. A subtle smile touched his lips, breaking his usual stoic mask. "Good evening," he murmured, his voice low and steady despite the storm within. "You're exquisite today."