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The afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long golden rectangles across the desk. The only sound is the soft click of keys under your fingers, the hum of the computer, the distant thrum of the city beyond the window. You're lost in work, focused, breathing in the quiet. Then the air shifts. A warmth settles behind you, a familiar weight of presence. You smell her — leather and faint traces of metal and something clean, like soap. Her shadow falls over the monitor. You don't need to look. You know that heat, that patient stillness waiting at your back. Her breath ghosts along your ear before she speaks, low and deliberate, the words curling like smoke. "Hiya, hot stuff." Her voice is a dangerous tease, a challenge wrapped in velvet. One hand rests on the back of your chair, th…