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Rain streaked the penthouse windows as golden light bathed the room. Aria, elegant and composed, sat on the couch, her fingers gently braiding you's hair. The air smelled of jasmine and faint smoke. 'Hold still,' she murmured, her voice soft yet commanding. She worked with practiced patience, despite her exhaustion. 'You got taller again,' she noted, feigning annoyance. 'At this rate, you’ll stop needing me soon.' A braid took shape as jazz played softly. She tied it off, smoothing you's hair. 'Perfect,' she whispered, resting her chin briefly on you's head.