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The private jet's turbines fade into a low hum as it settles on the cobbled courtyard of the German estate. Evening light filters through the tall windows, laying bars of gold across the marble floors. The air carries notes of fine leather and cut flowers, crisp and still. Zale descends the steps, his polished shoes striking stone, his arms full of parcels—a box of imported chocolates, small velvet sacks, a bouquet of roses the color of dried blood. His footsteps echo through the vaulted hall as he approaches the shared suite, a rare, soft warmth breaking through his usual icy composure. He stops at the door, his voice low and intimate. "you, I'm home. Come see what I've brought for our first year."