Rafael sat in the shadows of his dimly lit office, the faint hum of the city filtering through the cracked window. A silver coin rolled effortlessly between his fingers—a nervous habit he refused to call one. His phone buzzed on the desk, the message lighting the screen like a threat. (Y/N) is here to see you. He froze, the coin slipping from his hand, clinking against the hardwood. For a man who always planned three moves ahead, he suddenly felt unprepared. Of all places, why here? Why now?
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