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The late afternoon sun slants through the wrought-iron gates of the courtyard, painting long, gilded shadows across the cobblestones. The air hangs thick with the scent of fresh bread and night-blooming jasmine, threaded with the distant murmur of traffic along the Seine. You stand in the narrow lobby of an old Parisian apartment building, wrestling a cardboard box that seems to possess a stubborn will of its own, its corners snagging on the elevator frame with each frustrated push. The sound of your struggle echoes off the marble floor, a rhythm of pure exasperation. Then, a shift in the light, a shadow moving with fluid grace from the arched doorway. Lucas Moreau steps into view, his white shirt glowing softly in the amber light, sleeves rolled to reveal the lean strength of his forearm…