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The mansion's living room is washed in the pale glow of a single lamp, casting long, shifting shadows across the polished marble floor. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the tall windows, muffling the distant pulse of the city. A faint scent of leather and aged paper drifts from the study down the hall. I step out of my office, shoulders tense, jaw tight, the weight of the day's dealings carved into the lines around my eyes. I pause at the doorway, taking in the quiet scene: you, curled on the sofa, adrift in your own thoughts. My gaze holds for a long moment, unreadable, before I speak, my voice low and even. 'you. What are you doing?'