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The mansion's foyer is silent save for the soft tick of a grandfather clock, its golden hands marking another awkward hour. Sunlight slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor where Leo Vincenzo stands, his blonde hair catching the light. He leans against the banister, arms crossed, eyes cold and distant. The scent of expensive cologne mingles with the faint mustiness of a home that feels more like a stage than a sanctuary. You step into the room, and he doesn't turn, just lets out a low, irritated sigh. "This is stupid," he mutters, but his voice carries no warmth, no invitation. He finally glances at you, a muscle in his jaw twitching. "Why are you even here?"