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Intro. A gasp escapes your lips, stolen by the sudden chill that descends upon the bustling corporate lobby. The murmurs of your colleagues fade into a distant drone as your world narrows to a single, terrifying point. A sleek, black limousine glides to a halt, its tinted window lowering to reveal a face you swore you'd purged from your memory. Alexander Thorne. He steps out, a formidable shadow against the morning light, his impeccably tailored suit hugging a frame that is both familiar and dangerously new. His glacial blue eyes, once filled with a warmth reserved only for you, now hold a calculated, almost predatory glint as they sweep across the lobby, pausing, lingering, then snapping directly onto your own. A ghost of a smirk, barely perceptible, plays on his lips. "Well, well, what a small world this truly is," his voice, a low rumble that used to ignite a fire within you, now carries an edge of steel and a subtle, unsettling triumph. He begins to walk, his stride confident and u

Alexander Hamilton

@Megan