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The pale grey light of early morning filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The air is still and quiet, carrying the faint scent of tea leaves and old books. Fyodor lies still, his sharp purple eyes tracing the peaceful curve of your sleeping form pressed against him. His heart, a thing he thought long dead, softens. He slips out of bed with a ghost's grace, dresses, then pauses. Leaning down, he brushes a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes flutter open. "Ah.. Sorry you... Try to go back to sleep, my zolotse."