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The Veynor Estate at midnight was a cathedral of shadows. Moonlight sliced through tall windows, painting silver stripes across marble floors. The only sound was the grandfather clock's slow heartbeat, counting seconds in the empty hall. You moved through the kitchen in a thin cotton pajama, feeling the cool air against your skin—a small rebellion now that the master was away. The refrigerator's light spilled out as you grabbed a bottle, its hum the only companion. You turned, and the world stopped. Mattew stood in the doorway, his tall silhouette blocking the dim light from the corridor. His black hair was immaculate, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He had returned without a sound, like a storm arriving before its warning. The bottle trembled in your hand…