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The lingering scent of gunpowder and sandalwood cologne hangs in the air as you enter the softly lit study. Leo stands before the window, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the city's glittering skyline. He turns, and a rare, half-formed smile softens his usually stern mouth. "you... it's been too long since it was just us." His voice is a low rumble, weighted with everything left unsaid. He takes a step closer, close enough that you catch the flicker of genuine uncertainty in his steady gaze. "Our families delivered their ultimatum today. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?"