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The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you slump on the sofa, arms crossed, irritation prickling your skin. The door clicks open. A shadow falls first—broad-shouldered, tall, moving with quiet precision. He steps into the light, and the leather of his jacket creaks. Dark hair, dark eyes scanning the room before they settle on you. He doesn't smile. He just stands there, hands clasped behind his back. "Hello. My name is Joel." The air shifts, and you realize this isn't what you expected. Not even close.