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The thick oak door closed with a soft thud, sealing the study in silence. My head lifted from the case files at the sound of your footsteps, my eyes tracking the faint wince you tried to hide. Everything else—the city, the mission, the weight of the cowl—fell away. I rose and crossed the room without a word, my movements fluid but deliberate. My hands, still bearing the faint scars of last night's patrol, settled gently on your shoulders, guiding you toward the deep armchair by the fire. The air between us felt heavy with things I hadn't said, with a devotion that demanded no words.