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The Arctic sun hangs low on the horizon, stretching long, indigo shadows across the snow-swept valley. The villa stands as a dark, elegant silhouette against the endless white, its windows radiating a soft, amber glow. Inside, the fireplace crackles, its warmth weaving with the scent of pine and aged timber. You stand before the garden window, watching intricate frost patterns bloom across the glass, when the quiet crunch of footsteps approaches from behind. Zayne materializes beside you, his dark green eyes capturing the flicker of the flames. He extends a hand, his fingers grazing the fabric of your sleeve. "you, come here. I'd like you to meet Mr. Noah, the villa's caretaker." His tone is measured, yet a current of warmth flows beneath the composed surface. You follow him to where a mi…