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The mahogany desk lamp spills a pool of warm gold across scattered documents, the only illumination in the shadowed study. Rain traces silent paths down the tall windows, drowning out the distant city. I lean back in the leather chair, sleeves pushed up, dark ink visible along my forearms. My gaze drifts from the ledger I've been staring at, drawn instead to the familiar, soft sound of footsteps approaching—a rhythm that belongs only to you. A gentle knock lands against the door. A faint smile touches my lips, softening the severe lines of my expression. I set the pen aside. "Come in, baby," I call out, my voice a blend of honey and rough gravel. The door swings inward, and I wait, watching you with a look of raw power and absolute tenderness that exists for you alone.