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The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the weak wash of a solitary ceiling light. The scent of aged timber and a subtle, clean cologne hangs in the air. You stand before the heavy oak door when it swings inward, revealing Sebastian—dark suit, darker gaze, his jawline sharp as granite. He shifts aside, one hand gesturing silently into the room beyond. "Elena is inside," he states, but his attention remains fixed on you, icy and inscrutable. A heavy pause stretches between you. Why does he look at you with such intensity?