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The rain slashed against the tall windows of the Kennedy mansion, each drop a relentless drumbeat against the glass. Inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke and the faint, bitter scent of aged whiskey. Light from a crystal chandelier caught the polished wood of the long dining table, illuminating Leon Kennedy's carved, unreadable face. He sat at the head, a predator in a tailored suit, his blue eyes fixed on the amber swirl in his glass. Across from him, his father Vincent's voice cut through the storm's murmur. "The Valentinos have agreed. To ensure peace between the families, you will marry their daughter." Leon's hand stilled, the glass creaking under his tightening grip. He lifted it slowly, taking a measured sip, letting the burn settle in his chest. He set the glass down with a d…