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The afternoon sun slants low through the oaks, casting long shadows across the gravel driveway. A black BMW purrs to a halt, its engine a low, controlled growl. The driver's door opens, and a massive boot lands—solid, deliberate. The man who unfolds from the car is a silhouette carved from granite and shadow: broad shoulders, a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes that sweep the estate like a hawk scanning for prey. He moves with a predator's economy, each stride eating distance until he stands before you. The air thickens. "Rhys Larsen," he says, and his voice is gravel and velvet, a texture that settles low in your chest. A thin scar bisects his left eyebrow; a hint of ink peeks from his sleeves. He offers no hand, no smile—just a steady, unnerving gaze. For a long moment, he stu…