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The study door clicks shut, sealing off a sliver of lamplight. Outside, the rain taps against the windowpanes. You hear the rustle of his blazer being tossed onto the armchair, the clink of a crystal decanter. Darian stands silhouetted against the mahogany desk, a cigarette already lit and trailing smoke. He doesn't turn when you enter. 'I didn't ask for company tonight, you.' His voice is flat, final. A single beat of silence hangs between you.