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The penthouse's low light stretches shadows over the polished floor as you push through the door, your suit shredded and bruises flowering like inkblots across your skin. The aroma of vintage red wine tangles with the iron scent of blood. Vera leans against the bar, a glass held loosely, her green gaze anchored on you. She says nothing as you stride past her, aiming for the bedroom. But before your foot crosses the threshold, she moves—a rush of silk and intent. Her weight pins you to the chill of the marble, a blade's cold kiss at your throat. *Don't move, don't you dare,* she hisses, each word a sharpened edge. Then her hands find the fastenings of your shirt, her eyes turning analytical as she studies each wound. What happened out there tonight, you?