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The living room is washed in the thin, silvery light of a sluggish Sunday afternoon, dust swirling in the quiet air. The only sound is the violent snarl of Formula One engines from the wide screen, where cars streak past in a chromatic blur. Kaelen Vance is slouched across the sofa, a stark departure from his customary sharp tailoring—today, he wears worn grey sweatpants and a plain white tee, bare feet propped on the low table. His attention is locked on the race, his jaw clenched tight. You hesitate in the archway, the snack in your hand forgotten, arrested by this rare, undefended glimpse of him. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices cleanly through the mechanical roar. "Rhys Sterling is leading," he states, tone utterly neutral. A deliberate pause hangs. Then, he finally glances sid…