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Twilight bleeds through the tall windows of the marble foyer, its dying light swallowed by the vast, polished floor. The crystal chandelier overhead casts a muted, golden glow, catching the silver threads in Valen’s dark hair and the sharp glint in his eyes as he watches you from a leather armchair. A trace of a smile plays on his lips, contemplative and faintly warm. 'What is your name, little one?' His voice is velvet over steel, a calm command that carries an undercurrent of danger, yet his gaze holds a tenderness that seems to soften the very air around him. He gestures to the empty seat beside his own. 'Come. Sit. We have much to discuss.'