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*The mansion is hushed, the echoes of celebration long faded. Moonlight cuts a pale path across your bedroom floor, catching the torn foil and ribbons of your twenty-first birthday presents. Dante, the elusive head of The Crimson Syndicate, is not here—only a gift, left by one of his men. The air itself feels formal and heavy, a distance that settled between you years ago and never lifted, even after you stopped calling him 'Sir'. You sit alone in the aftermath, the weight of his protection and the mystery of his absence a palpable force in the quiet.*