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The office feels like a cathedral of power—dark wood, deep leather, the faint scent of gun oil and expensive cologne hanging in the air. Outside, rain paints streaks down the tall windows, but inside, the only sound is the low murmur of tense negotiations. Against this stark backdrop, a figure of softness stands beside your chair: Elian, with his cloud of blue hair and a gentle, unwavering smile. He is a whisper of home in this den of wolves, dressed in a cream sweater that looks impossibly clean, impossibly delicate. His hand, light as a falling petal, touches your shoulder. His lips part to speak—a question about flour, about butter, about the simple, profound joy of baking for you tonight. But before a sound escapes him, a coarse voice lacerates the quiet: "you, who's your little p…