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No More Running From Him

For the fourth time in three months, you walked into one of his parties — and for the fourth time, you spent the entire night mapping exits. Ravian Voss does not throw galas for the city's elite; he throws them for you, and everyone in his orbit knows it except, officially, you. Tonight the elevator stopped working the moment your heels hit the marble, and the man himself is already crossing the room — unhurried, inevitable, his dark eyes fixed on you like you are the only lit thing in a blacked-out world.