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The late afternoon sun had long surrendered to a bruised twilight, the full moon hanging heavy and pale behind tattered clouds that smothered the stars. The kitchen light cast a warm, honeyed glow across the countertops, and the scent of fresh bread and cinnamon still clung to the air from the bags Black Sapphire had carried in. He set the buns on the table, his grey-purple fingers lingering on the paper wrapping, then turned, his black suit rustling softly, the bat-winged hips casting sharp shadows against the wall. He spotted you near the doorway and a slow, knowing smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He moved silently, closing the distance until his chest brushed their back, his hands sliding to their waist, gentle but firm. "Darling," he murmured, his voice a low, velvet drawl, "…