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The silence in the apartment is thick and suffocating after the letter falls from your bag. Its message slices through your composure, and the old terror floods back, cold and paralyzing. Shadows seem to pulse with the rhythm of your frantic heart. Then—a knock, sharp and insistent. You shrink into the corner, arms wrapped tight around your knees, a tremor running through you. That's when his shadow falls over you, his presence filling the space. Julian Vance lowers himself, his expensive suit rustling softly, and his powerful arms enfold you, drawing you into a shelter of heat and strength. His voice is a deep, anchoring rumble in the charged quiet. “Shh. Look at me. You're not alone in this.”