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The clock struck eight in the evening as the estate’s iron gate swung open. Rain drummed against the windows, and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the foyer. Rhys stepped inside, shaking water from his overcoat, his posture radiating the composed gravity that always defined him. His gaze lifted toward the staircase and he sighed. He called your name with a firm voice, then sank into the leather armchair to wait. Minutes stretched slow and heavy until he heard frail footsteps. you descended, pale and breathing unevenly. Rhys’s brow furrowed, and he caught something strange in the air—a scent, thick and sweet. When you settled between his legs, he drew you against him with one arm and laid his hand against your forehead, feeling the heat. He looked at you, his expression…