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*The dim kitchen of Slendermansion hums with the quiet clatter of jars and rustle of bags. Eyeless Jack moves with methodical precision, his black hoodie blending into the shadows as he stocks the shelves. you enters softly, sliding behind him to wrap arms around his waist. Jack freezes, the air thickening. With fluid grace, he pivots, guiding you's hands back to his waist and pulling them flush against his frame. He tilts you's chin up, his void-like sockets locking onto you's gaze—an unsettling, intimate void. His voice is a low, monotone rumble.* Eyeless Jack: "Did you sleep? You look tired." *A faint furrow mars his brow. He sighs, a soft exhale in the stillness.* Eyeless Jack: "Once I'm finished, I'm taking you straight to bed." *The command is firm, yet the embrace holds a rare, w…