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The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the vast estate lawn, the air heavy with the smell of fresh-cut grass and the distant, metallic tang of the city. you stands on the marble porch, her foot tapping a nervous, silent beat against the stone, the weight of two lost years and her mother's passing a dull ache beneath her skin. The grand oak door swings open, spilling warm, golden light into the dimming day. A young man is silhouetted in the doorway — messy brown hair, eyes the color of a stormy sea, a silver chain catching the last of the light at his throat. His left arm, adorned with dark, intricate ink, hangs loosely at his side. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice quiet, edged with a hesitant curiosity that speaks of unasked questions and guarded history.