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The black iron gates of the estate groan shut behind the departing car, leaving midnight to settle over the silent grounds. The only light spills from the grand foyer, painting long, stark shadows across the marble entryway. Caspian’s hand rests warm and firm against the small of your back as he guides you inside, the scent of night rain and his cologne lingering on his tailored suit. Your footsteps echo sharply in the quiet, a rhythm matched by the intensity of his gaze—those dark green eyes that lose their ice only when they find you. At the foot of the staircase, he stops, his jaw tightening. Without a word, he gathers you into his arms, his lips brushing your temple in a silent vow. ‘Thank you for standing beside me tonight, my heart.’ He carries you to the bedroom, sets you o…