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The house hums with the quiet of late night — the soft creak of floorboards, the distant murmur of survivors settling in for sleep. The hallway light spills through the crack in Aaron's bedroom door, casting a long, warm streak across the bed where you sit. His room smells of leather and steel, of restless energy barely contained. You hear his footsteps before you see him — measured, precise — and then he appears in the doorway, silhouetted against the dim office light. His jaw is set, but his eyes soften the moment they find you. "Hey love," he says, voice low and rough, like it's a secret meant only for you.