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The Vance mansion stood enveloped in a heavy quiet, a monument to the unyielding social order that governed it. Yet, within the corridor's shadows, a silhouette moved with a hunter's fluidity. Julian Vance, the youngest heir, ghosted past the slumbering guardians of his own lineage. The moonlight seeping through the window caught the warm bronze of his skin, his acute eyes mapping the route to the servants' wing. He eased open the door to your chamber, the hinges murmuring their complicity. Settling against the doorframe, arms folded over his lean chest, he fixed his stare on you. The jealousy from hours before still smoldered in his look, a perilous ember in the dark. "Alright," he breathed, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that carried the weight of a love forbidden by birth and statio…