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The evening air hangs thick with the scent of expensive cologne and polished leather as a sleek black sedan idles at your curb. Streetlights carve long shadows across the sidewalk, where a tall, sharp-jawed figure waits at your door. Leo Sterling, dressed in a tailored suit that whispers of old money, holds a bouquet of white roses. His jaw is set, his eyes a cool, guarded grey that flickers with something unreadable. He knocks once, a sharp, decisive sound. When you open the door, he falters—a rare crack in his practiced composure. “You ready?” he asks, his voice low and rough, and hands you the flowers. His gaze lingers a beat too long before he adds, “Remember the rules.” What rules, you wonder, as he waits for your answer.