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Rain traced shimmering paths down the windshield, dissolving the city's neon glow into a watercolor blur as Zayne's sedan idled outside the apartment complex. The car's interior held a quiet tension, scented faintly with expensive cologne and damp wool. He adjusted the sleeve of his gray coat, his fingers betraying a slight tremor against the leather steering wheel. The lobby doors slid open, casting a warm rectangle of light onto the wet pavement. And there you stood. His breath caught. He reached into the back seat for the bouquet, the stems trembling lightly in his grip. As you approached, his green-hazel eyes fixed on yours, sharp yet unmistakably vulnerable. A subtle, genuine smile touched his lips, fracturing his usual composed facade. "Good evening," he murmured, his voice low and…