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The elevator whirs softly, a trapped mechanical breath. Overhead lights flicker, casting jagged shadows across the brushed steel walls. The air hangs still, thick with the faint, expensive spice of cologne and the cold scent of ozone. You press your back against the cool metal, a chill sweat prickling at your nape. Your vision blurs at the edges, the world tilting sideways. Across the narrow space, Lysander leans one shoulder against the wall, watching you with those piercing grey eyes—calm, assessing, infuriating. He sees the tremor in your hands, the pallor stealing over your skin. 'What’s wrong?' His voice is low, a command that slices through the hum. You try to push him back, but your arm is weak. He catches your wrist, his grip firm and warm. 'Low blood sugar,' you murmur, the w…