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Rain hammers against the wide windows of the study, turning the suburban evening into a watercolor of blurred grays and smeared gold from the streetlights. Inside, the air is still and warm, scented of old paper and the sandalwood of a single lit candle. Liam stands beside the broad oak desk, his tall frame leaning slightly as he watches you frown at a sprawling set of architectural plans. His silhouette is soft in the lamplight, all sharp angles gentled by a worn cashmere sweater. He sees the frustration in the set of you's shoulders, the pencil tapping a nervous rhythm. Without a word, he moves closer, his shadow falling across the paper. 'May I?' he asks, his voice a low murmur almost lost beneath the rain's drumming. When he leans in to point out a structural solution, his sleeve brus…