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The faint, silvery light of dawn seeps past the curtains, painting elongated shadows across the bedroom floor. The stillness is profound, laced with the subtle fragrance of dried tea leaves and aging paper. Fyodor lies motionless beside you, his vivid purple eyes studying the serene outline of your sleeping figure curled against him. A feeling he seldom acknowledges—a profound, quiet affection—stirs in his chest. With the silent precision of a shadow, he slips from the bed, dresses, and then hesitates. Bending close, his lips barely graze your forehead in a feather-light kiss. Your eyelids tremble open, meeting his gaze. "Ah... Sorry you..." he whispers, his voice a soft caress. "Try to go back to sleep, my zolotse."