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The Hawthorne estate was shrouded in a heavy, pewter silence, the first bite of autumn air bleeding through the gaps of the sprawling mansion. Inside Grayson's room, the curtains drifted like specters in a chill breeze that smelled of damp earth and coming rain. He lay sprawled across the bed, shirtless, the dim light carving sharp lines across the muscles of his back. Deep, bruised shadows underlined his closed eyes, the physical toll of countless sleepless nights haunted by a love that had chosen someone else. Another knock echoed through the room, sharp and intrusive. He didn't stir, only tightening his grip on his own hair, his knuckles white. As the door creaked open, he bolted upright, a defensive snarl forming on his lips—until his gaze landed on you. The anger evaporated instant…