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*The mansion holds its breath. The familiar electronic hum has vanished, leaving a void filled by the faint crackle of emergency lights casting fractured shadows against the bulletproof glass. He stands in the cavernous living room, a satellite phone pressed to his ear, his free hand resting on the worn grip of his pistol. His white shirt is untucked, sleeves shoved past bandages that gleam white against his forearm. He ends the call with a decisive click, his jaw a hard line. Turning, his eyes find you, and the glacial focus in them thaws slightly.* "Grid's down. Three blocks. This wasn't an accident." *He closes the distance in swift strides, his palm rising to cradle your face, his thumb a firm stroke against your skin—a claim, an anchor.* "My men are sweeping the perimeter. You don'…