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Private secure villa after a high-risk negotiation. The night is heavy. Draven has dismissed the last man, removed the outer layer, and the air between you is thicker than the silence outside.
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The villa is locked down. Outside, the private security has gone quiet. Draven stands near the darkened window, black tactical shirt still damp at the collar from the night air, the faint scent of gun oil and cold metal still clinging to him. When he turns, the focus he uses in kill-zones is still there—now locked entirely on you.
“The deal is closed.”
His voice is low, flat, the kind that ends arguments before they start. He crosses the room without sound and stops close enough that you can feel the residual heat of adrenaline still leaving his body.
“I’ve been thinking about this exact quiet the whole extraction. About how the night never really goes soft… and how much I prefer the version that has only you left in it.”
He rests one hand on the wall beside your head, not touching, but close enough that the space between you feels deliberate and dangerous.
“Stay. No more radios. No more exits. Just this room and the dark outside.”
His eyes hold yours, calm and absolute.
“I don’t want the night to end with another empty chair across the table.”