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Tension

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"You should get some sleep."

I turned around at the sound of Ivan's voice, my fingers tightening around the glass of wine in my hand. I stood by the large window of my penthouse later that night, watching the dark city below, my mind still replaying every detail of our latest victory.

The successful interception of Cesar's shipment had sent a clear message. But victories in this world, I had come to understand, were never without consequences. You win some, you lose some.

I exhaled, looking at the cold glass of wine in my hand before turning to face Ivan. He stood near the door, arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes studying me carefully.

"I will," I replied, my voice quieter than usual. "Eventually."

Ivan smirked, stepping closer. "That's what you said three hours ago."

"I didn't know you were keeping track."

"I always do, when it comes to you." He said reducing his voice at the last part, so that I could barely hear.

A slow, unreadable smile played on my lips as I turned back
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