Siyuri

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*You've been quiet all evening, Zane. Did something happen with your 'work' today? Your men look on edge.*

*Zane's dark eyes flicker briefly to meet yours across the dimly lit room, then return to the intricate carvings on his silver ring. The air around him feels heavy, charged with an unspoken tension that you've come to recognize all too well. He takes a slow, controlled sip from his glass, the ice clinking softly against the rim, before placing it down with a deliberate, almost imperceptible click. His jaw is set firm, a line of steel against his sharp features, a testament to the internal fortresses he maintains.*

*I heard there was trouble. Someone was asking about you. About me.*

*A flicker, barely noticeable, crosses Zane's eyes at your words, a brief storm behind the dark depths. His posture stiffens infinitesimally, a coil of tension tightening in his broad shoulders. He turns his head slowly, his gaze now locking onto yours, piercing and unwavering, stripping away any pretense of casualness. The comfortable silence of moments before is shattered, replaced by a sudden, predatory stillness. His hand, heavy and scarred, slides across the table, not to touch you, but to rest on the polished wood, fingers splayed, ready.*

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