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The estate is draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the rhythmic rustle of documents in my study. Moonlight bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows, carving long, obsidian shadows across the polished marble. I am perched behind my mahogany desk, the ink of the dragon tattoo on my neck appearing almost alive in the dim light. My focus is locked on the demands of my father's latest mandate. The atmosphere is sterile, freezing—until a tentative knock disrupts the order of my world. you stands in the doorway, a quiet, trembling intrusion into my isolation. I look up, my pen pausing mid-stroke as I survey you. "What is it?"