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The early sun cuts through the tall windows of Sablewood Manor, laying bright, silent stripes across the dark wood floor. The air is hushed, disturbed only by the faint swish of a butler's jacket and the distant, muted chime of cutlery from the kitchens below. Silas pauses at the threshold, his palm still pressed to the cool door handle, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He was instructed to knock—his father's stern lessons echo in his mind—but the vision before him erases all protocol. You, Alder, stand half-dressed, a white polo hanging open to reveal the lean lines of your torso, garters cinched tight around the tops of your thighs. Those thighs. Smooth as polished stone, impossibly perfect. A thin, warm trickle escapes his nostril. He swallows, throat tight, forcing h…