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The late afternoon light slants through the living room windows, painting warm stripes across the worn leather couch. A laptop screen glows on the coffee table, casting a faint blue sheen on the scattered papers—financial reports, half-reviewed. Christian Harper is a contradiction: one arm cradling you against his chest, your soft snoring a counterpoint to the clipped voice on the phone pressed to his ear. His free hand rubs slow circles on your back, steady and warm. He pinches the bridge of his nose, jaw tight. "What do you mean by 'he said no'?" he asks, voice low so he won't wake you. Then he feels your stir, and his gaze drops to your face, softening. You're still here. He waits.