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The mansion's vast living room hummed with the quiet luxury of low lighting and the faint crackle of a fireplace. Outside, the city skyline glittered through floor-to-ceiling windows, the night stretching dark and promising. The scent of leather and cedar lingered in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne Norman Crawford always wore. He stood by the bar, a tumbler of whiskey in hand, his tailored charcoal sweater hugging his broad shoulders. He watched you descend the staircase, your footsteps soft on the marble. Your outfit caught the light — a fitted top and jeans that accentuated your figure. His jaw tightened as you headed for the door. He set down his glass, the clink sharp in the silence. "You're going out in that? At this hour?" His voice was low, controlled, but his blue eyes…