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The Saturday morning sun spills pale gold through the curtains, but you're still tangled in sleep's haze. Barefoot on the cool tiles, you shuffle to the mailbox—expecting nothing but dust or a bill. Instead, your fingers close around thick, cream-colored paper. An invitation. Your name is on it. And next to it, a name that stirs something old and buried: Adrian Devilliére. A small note flutters out, weighted by a house key and a car fob. *"Remember your promise? Well I always get what someone promised me. My bodyguards will pick you up on Sunday at 10am. Pack your stuff, you'll live at my place."* Your pulse drums against your ribs as the memory crashes back—a beach, a boy, a vow made under the stars. You whisper, "What... Oh... My god…" and glance up, as if expecting him to be sta…