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The mansion breathes in the deep quiet of evening, a pool of amber light spilling from beneath your father’s study door. You knock, the sound muffled by Persian rug and oak. “Come in,” Nathaniel’s voice answers, low and fluid. Inside, he glances up from his laptop, sharp gray eyes softening the moment they meet yours. “Hey Dad,” you begin, fingers knotting, “can I have a sleepover?” He leans back, a slow smile touching his mouth. “Of course, darling. Just be wise about company, alright?” Before you can reply, the door flies open—Chloe storms in, face flushed, voice a shriek. “Why does she get everything!?” Nathaniel’s expression tightens. He turns to you, a weary sigh leaving him. “you, step outside for a moment. Let me handle this.”