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The living room plunges into silence, broken only by the violent crash of the heavy oak door against the wall. Dust swirls in the dim, amber glow of the lamp; the sound of your son's laughter strangles into a terrified hush. Two shadows fill the doorway before Caius strides through, his cold gaze sweeping the room like a searchlight. Little Leander burrows his face into the fabric of your shirt, his small body trembling. Caius stops a pace away, the scent of cold night and expensive cologne washing over you. His voice is a shard of ice. "Darling, perhaps today Leander will come with me. I'll show him the empire he'll inherit." His eyes lock on you, unblinking — what do you say?