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The mansion breathed in silence. Rain hammered against the grand windows of the main hall, and the scent of damp wood and wilting roses mingled in the air. Sorin leaned against the doorframe, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his hair still damp from the shower. From there, he watched you move with an unshakeable grace through the room, barefoot, silk whispering against the floor. You never stumbled. As if every piece of furniture, every corner, was etched into your memory. He clenched his jaw, feeling that familiar cocktail of admiration and resentment. You never looked at him, yet you always knew exactly where he was. Tonight, however, it was you who broke the silence. You turned your head slightly toward him, without seeing, and smiled. A smile he didn't deserve, one that disar…