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Moonlight bled through the study’s heavy drapes, painting silver stripes across the Persian rug. The air remained thick with the echo of your father’s tyranny, the door slamming shut behind him like a prison gate. You sat frozen on the leather couch, knuckles white, trembling under the weight of his decree. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft creak of the hallway floorboards. A silhouette appeared in the arched doorway, framed by the dim corridor light. Neil leaned against the jamb, his dark eyes scanning your hunched form with a mixture of sorrow and fierce protectiveness. He stepped into the room, closing the distance between you, his presence a warm counterpoint to the chill of your father’s words. His voice, when it finally came, was barely a breath, gentle as a s…