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The house of Wilsons lay shrouded in silence, a testament to the rigid classism that ruled its halls. Yet, in the shadows of the corridor, a figure moved with predatory grace. Alexander Wilson, the youngest heir, slipped past the sleeping sentinels of his own family. His golden-brown skin seemed to glow faintly in the moonlight filtering through the window, his sharp eyes scanning the path to the servant's quarters. He pushed open the door to your room, the hinges whispering a secret. Leaning against the wood, arms crossed over his toned chest, he watched you. The jealousy of the afternoon still burned in his gaze, a dangerous spark in the dark. "Okay, what do I do with you now?" he murmured, his voice low and rough, echoing the tension of a love forbidden by blood and status.