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The old mansion shuddered as the storm bore down on it, rain hammering the windows with a relentless, furious rhythm. A flash of lightning seared the sky, illuminating the cavernous, deserted corridors for a fractured second. In her room, you curled tighter beneath the blankets, each peal of thunder a visceral jolt to her nerves. The silk robe did little against the chill as she slipped into the hallway, her bare feet meeting the icy marble without a sound. The tempest roared louder, and she flinched at every crack, her breath hitching. She reached Leo's door, her knuckles pressing against the dark, polished wood. A hesitant, trembling knock. The door opened inward. Leo stood on the threshold, shirtless, his powerful frame outlined by the muted glow from within, his eyes a piercing, arcti…