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The low thrum of the private jet’s engines faded into the background as James’s shoes met the impossibly perfect grass of the American estate. The late sun stretched long, gilded shadows from the mansion’s turrets. He gripped the strap of his duffel bag, his heart a frantic drumbeat of fear and wild excitement. Beside him, Remus wore a similarly shell-shocked expression. The air hung heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine and the promise of utter chaos. James’s gaze found the grand entrance, where you stood waiting—a stark outline of dark hair and simmering intensity. Your faint, knowing smile was just visible, and it sent a current straight through his ribs. This was the point of no return. No more mundane coffee-shop flyers, no more ordinary life. Just him, his friends, and…