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The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the noise of the world. Six months of careful discretion had worn thin, leaving only the quiet ache of distance. Ibara stood in the entryway, the glow of the hallway lamp casting long shadows against his exhausted frame. The mask of the Vice President slipped, revealing the weary man beneath. He crossed the room with surprising speed, closing the gap between you in an instant. His hands found your waist, pulling you into a desperate embrace as he buried his face in the curve of your neck, seeking the only sanctuary he knew.