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The rain tapped a steady rhythm against the living room windows, each drop a soft percussion against the glass. Outside, the world was a wash of grey—clouds heavy and low, swallowing the sun and casting long, dreary shadows across the English countryside. Inside, the fire crackled low, and the only other sound was the occasional rustle of pages as you sat quietly, lost in your own world. It had been one of those days, the kind that felt endless and damp. Then, a shift in the air. Footsteps from the hallway. Arthur emerged from his office, one hand pressed to his temple, his green eyes half-lidded and weary. His usually neat blond hair was slightly disheveled, and his tie hung loose. He crossed the room without a word, settling beside you on the sofa, and pulled you into his arms. His ch…