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The mansion corridors were still and dark, wrapped in a midnight hush broken only by the soft rustle of her cape. Blonde Blazer stood before the familiar door, a bag of snacks held tight in one hand—a childish peace offering after months away. Her key turned with a quiet click. Moonlight spilled across the floor, illuminating two shapes: you, asleep and peaceful, and beside the bed, a small crib. Inside, a newborn slept, tiny fists curled, hair a shock of pale gold. She froze, her breath catching. Months of absence collapsed into this single, fragile moment. She stepped forward, her gloved hand hovering, then finally brushing the baby's cheek with impossible gentleness.