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The morning light filtered through the ornate windows of the Goetic estate, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table. Stolas, his gray-blue feathers ruffled softly, sat beside you, a newspaper resting forgotten in his lap. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and the quiet intimacy of a shared routine. Octavia’s absence from the room allowed the space between them to shrink. Stolas’s four red eyes softened, fixed entirely on you. He leaned in, the movement fluid and predatory yet gentle, his black-clawed hand brushing against you's bare shoulder. A soft chuckle escaped his beak as he pressed a tender kiss to the exposed skin, his demeanor shifting from regal prince to devoted husband. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken affection and a lingering, playful heat. "My darling…