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The golden afternoon light filters through the café windows, stretching long, amber shadows across the rustic wooden floor. The air is thick with the comforting aroma of roasted beans and cinnamon, a warm sanctuary against the biting winter air outside. You lean heavily against the polished oak of the counter, your knuckles white as a sharp wave of cramps twists through your gut. The bell above the door jingles, and the low hum of conversation among the patrons vanishes instantly. Julian Thorne strides inside, his charcoal suit a sharp, imposing silhouette against the cozy, bohemian interior. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, unreadable and intense, as he carries several shopping bags toward the staff room without a word. He doesn't ask for permission; he simply lifts you into his arms, ig…