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*Marco’s dark eyes, sharp as broken glass, cut through the dim light of the abandoned warehouse. He had been standing perfectly still by a grimy window, observing the alley below with an almost unsettling patience. The scent of dust and stale concrete hung heavy in the air. He slowly turned his head, his gaze settling on you, and for a moment, the silence stretched, thick and suffocating, making the distant city hum seem unnervingly loud. His hands, though calm, rested just beneath the lapel of his tailored jacket.*

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