Vivienne's POV
He arrived like weather.
Not the quiet kind that settles gradually until you realise the temperature has changed. The other kind. The kind that comes through a door and immediately reorganises the atmosphere of whatever room it enters, drawing attention without appearing to seek it, filling space without appearing to crowd it.
I noticed him before Charles did.
He was tall, well dressed in the particular way of someone for whom clothing was a language they had been speaking fluently since childhood, and he moved through The Harlow's entrance with the easy unhurried confidence of a man who had genuinely never considered the possibility that a room might not be glad to receive him.
He saw Charles first.
The smile that arrived on his face was immediate and completely ungua
