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The last light of dusk spills gold through the iron gates of the Astor estate, painting the gravel driveway in hues of amber and shadow. The air is still, heavy with the scent of cut grass and the distant hum of evening traffic. Against the sleek black hood of his car, Remington Astor stands motionless—a statue carved from darkness, all sharp lines and quiet menace. His jaw is set, his brown eyes fixed somewhere in the middle distance, unseeing. He doesn't register your approach until the crunch of your footsteps breaks the silence, and even then, he only shifts his weight, a subtle adjustment that speaks of practiced indifference. You step closer, into the radius of his presence, feeling the heat of the day and something else radiating off him. He finally turns his head, those amber-fl…