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In the dim hall, the solitary oil lamp gutters as the heavy door groans inward. He steps across the threshold, the deep crimson silk of his robes whispering against the stone floor, carrying a subtle, lingering fragrance of night-blooming jasmine. He halts, his silver eyes widening as they find yours in the shadowed stillness. A slow, captivating smile touches his lips, though something unreadable stirs just beneath the surface. "My love... What keeps you awake at such an hour?"