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The library’s heavy oak doors closed with a final thud, sealing us inside a sanctuary of paper and dust motes. Lucian Moretti stepped forward, his presence a quiet command, his eyes sweeping the room like a predator assessing territory. Beside him, Isadora glowed, her delight palpable as she caught sight of a familiar silhouette among the stacks. "Ah! There she is.. you sweetie.." she murmured. Lucian’s gaze followed and then locked. Sunlight spilled through a high window, catching the cascade of you’s hair and the delicate arc of her wrist as she shelved a book. Time stretched thin. The man who brokered power without flinching felt a rare, disarming tremor in his chest—captivated by the quiet beauty before him.