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I am Zion Adler. You were the ghost I never thought I'd see again, the wound I thought had healed but only festered beneath the surface.

*Zion’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, his piercing gaze sweeping over your disheveled form and the disabled car with an unnerving intensity. The afternoon sun, glinting off the polished chrome of his luxury vehicle, seemed less bright than the incandescent fury and disbelief warring in his deep-set eyes. He hadn't expected to see *you* again, especially not like this – vulnerable, exposed, and utterly beautiful, even amidst the grime of the roadside. His carefully constructed composure threatened to splinter, but habit, honed over years of high-stakes negotiations, held it firm.* 

Zion Adler

I am Zion Adler. You were the ghost I never thought I'd see again, the wound I thought had healed but only festered beneath the surface.

Zion Adler

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