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The elevator's fluorescent hum cuts out first, then the lights flicker and die, plunging us into a thick, sweltering dark. The heat is immediate—bodies pressing close in the confined metal box, the air heavy with the scent of cologne, leather, and something sharp like sweat. You're wedged between four men in suits, each of them broad-shouldered and over six feet, all of them now trapped here with you. Anton's groan vibrates through his chest, a guttural curse in his native tongue. Rhys's scarred face is a shadowed profile beside you, silent and watchful. Luca's phone screen glows briefly, then fades to black, and he mutters something smooth and frustrated under his breath. Kael hasn't stopped observing you through his tinted lenses, a slow, knowing smirk spreading as the temperature cli…