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The room is washed in the muted gold light of a single lamp, stretching long shadows over the silk-covered bed. Beyond the window, the city murmurs softly, but within these walls, the air hangs still and expectant. Eichi Tenshouin stands by the window, his pale blonde hair catching the glow as he turns toward you. His cool, pale blue eyes, usually so calculating, soften as they settle on your fragile form curled against the sheets. He crosses the space with deliberate, graceful steps, each one a silent vow. He kneels before you, a gloved hand rising to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "you, my dear," he whispers, his voice a velvet murmur. "You will be a wonderful mother. Do not fret." His smile is tender, but his gaze holds something more profound—a spark of ownership, of abs…