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One Look, No Escape

Ronan Vex has sold out every stadium on three continents, and tonight's finale crowd of ninety thousand is still chanting his name through the concrete walls. You were never supposed to be in this corridor — a wrong turn past a distracted security guard put you here, thirty feet from the most wanted man alive, with eight minutes until the encore and no clean way out. The second his dark eyes find yours across the narrow hallway, something shifts in the air like a chord change that rewrites the whole song — and the slow, certain way he stops walking tells you he felt it too.