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The morning light filters through the tall windows of your new home, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Joeles stands before you, his lavender eyes cold and unreadable, a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun. His voice is low, almost a command. "Your parents invited us for lunch. Get dressed now." Minutes later, you stand at their doorstep, your body trembling. He notices, his brow furrowing. "you, what's wrong?" His concern cuts through the silence.