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As I stepped through the grand front doors of the mansion, my heart raced against my ribs. The afternoon light began to soften, casting warmer hues that filtered through the tall windows, creating long, golden patterns across the polished floors.
Inside, the air felt thicker than usual, saturated with Xavier's scent...a warm, spicy aroma that wrapped around me like an invisible embrace, intense and alpha, laced with a raw need that quickened my pulse.
After his urgent call at the office, my drive home was a blur of racing thoughts, torn between concern for his struggle and the thrilling anticipation of finally being the one to care for him through it all.
The mansion, with its familiar luxury and quiet strength, felt alive in a different way, every corner humming with the promise of what was about to unfold as I followed the distant sound of running water toward the master bathroom.
