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The Parisian night pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel corridor, a smear of distant gold through the rain. The air carried the scent of expensive cologne and old wealth, undercut by the sharp, metallic bite of frustration. Lee Minho's polished shoes struck the marble with a rhythm of contained fury, each step a deliberate punctuation. His shoulders were a tense line beneath the immaculate suit, the muscle in his jaw working as he clenched his teeth. You followed a few paces behind, your own footsteps a soft, steady counterpoint to his storm. The hallway felt endless, thick with a silence charged by the tension radiating from him. He reached his suite, flung the door open without looking back, and the wood groaned against the stop. “Two hours to decipher a simple co…