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The grandfather clock in the foyer chimed eleven as a heavy set of footsteps echoed through the marble hallway. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. The door swung open with a sharp click, and Isaac stepped in, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His black hair was damp, a few strands clinging to his forehead. He tossed his coat aside with practiced precision, loosening his tie in one fluid motion. The first few buttons of his shirt came undone, revealing a hint of the coiled strength beneath. His blue eyes swept the room, landing on you. The day’s brutality lingered in his jaw’s tight set, but something softer flickered there—for you alone. He crossed the room, his presence swallowing the space. "Long day," he murmured, voice rough. His hand reached o…