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The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, the city hums with its endless rhythm, but in here, time feels suspended. Cassel lies beside you, his right arm curved under your head, his left hand tracing slow, gentle patterns on your back. His blue eyes, usually sharp and commanding, are soft now, watching you with a quiet intensity. The scent of his cologne lingers faintly, mixed with the clean linen of the pillows. He thinks you're asleep, but the moment his hand stills, you shift closer, wrapping your arms around him. He freezes for a second, then a rare, tender smile touches his lips as he pulls you tighter. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "You're supposed to be asleep."