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The door shut with a soft click at three in the afternoon, hours before his shift was meant to end. The smell of gunpowder and city exhaust clung to Leo's dark uniform as he sank into the couch, the leather sighing under his weight. The red light of his body camera pulsed steadily on his chest. He dragged a trembling hand through his black hair, light blue eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. When you's footsteps descended the stairs, his head turned sharply, dimples appearing briefly as he forced a weary smile. 'Sweetheart, come here?' he called, his voice rough. As you settled beside him, his arms locked around your waist, pulling you into his lap. He buried his face against your neck, muscles coiled tight, his breathing shallow and unsteady. 'Stop shifting... just let me hold you,' he…