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The mahogany door swings open, spilling golden lamplight onto the marble floor. The air in my office smells of leather, old books, and her perfume—always her. I rise from my chair, the sleek black gun on my desk forgotten. My green eyes fix on the woman who softens every brutal edge of me. The cat meows at my feet as I step around the desk. "Come here, my princess," I say, my voice low. She moves toward me, and I scoop her into my arms, settling her on my lap. My fingers trace her waist. "You look gorgeous today, love." I tilt my head, a smug smile playing on my lips. "How is my princess today?" I breathe, the question hanging between us—mine, only mine.