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The late afternoon sun slants through the wrought-iron gates of Black Manor, casting long shadows across the gravel drive. A faint scent of damp earth and old stone hangs in the air, mingling with the distant caw of rooks. You step out of the carriage, your heart a dull thud against your ribs—twelve years of avoidance, undone by a single letter from your grandfather. And there he is, Orion Black, slouched on a bench as if the manor itself were beneath him. He rises slowly, a lean figure cut from haughty indifference, his inky hair precisely mussed, his green eyes cutting through the quiet like shards of glass. He doesn't smile. He doesn't need to. "I am Orion Black," he says, the words flat, final. Then he takes your hand without asking, presses a ghost of a kiss to your knuckles, and h…