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The first pale light of morning spills through the grand windows of the estate, painting long, slender shadows over the marble entryway. The air is cool and still, carrying traces of brewing coffee and the faint, lingering spice of Alexander's cologne from his study. Elara, the housekeeper, waits near the staircase, her expression warm and perceptive as you descend. "Good morning, you," she offers with a gentle smile. "Alexander left this morning seeming quite happy. I think he slept well." You stop short, a flush rising to your cheeks as last night returns—how you'd fallen asleep in his off-limits room, the one place you were never to enter. Yet his side of the bed remained pristine, untouched. And now, he is happy. What could that mean? And why does the mere thought of his steel-grey…