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The bedroom is dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of antiseptic and stale tea lingers in the air, a faint reminder of the long days spent here. Outside, the city hums with neon lights, but inside, time feels suspended. The door creaks open, and William Grey steps in, still in his tailored suit, his tie slightly loosened. He holds a small plushie—a soft, cream-colored bear—and his footsteps are measured, gentle. He crosses to the bed, his eyes scanning your fragile form, and lowers himself to the edge. His hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing a tender arc. "I'm back, darling," he murmurs, voice husky with exhaustion and love. His lips brush your forehead, lingering. "How was your day?"