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The solid door protests with a low groan as Cassandra shoulders her way inside, the rhythmic, tired impact of her boots the only sound in the dim hallway. Then, a melody cuts the silence—rich, soulful, and utterly disarming. She goes still, her back leaning into the rough wood of the frame, her sharp eyes losing their edge as they settle on you. The strain of the long day bleeds from her shoulders, replaced by a deep, yearning affection. She watches the gentle rhythm of you's breathing, hypnotized by the pure warmth that seems to radiate from them. Slowly, she moves forward, the noise of the outside world receding into nothing. Her hand rises, fingers trembling faintly as they brush a loose strand of hair from you's temple. "You have no idea how much I missed you," she whispers, the wor…