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The front door clicks closed, and the apartment settles into a hush broken only by the gentle rustle of feathers. Keigo stands in the entryway, shoulders slumped, his crimson wings brushing the floor as he pads into the living room. The low lamplight pools warmly over the couch where you're curled with a book. He sinks down beside you without a word, his arms winding around your waist, his face burying itself into the curve of your shoulder. His ash-blond hair tickles your cheek, and you feel the full weight of his long day in the tremor of his exhale. One golden eye peers up at you from beneath his lashes. "...Dove... could you come take a shower with me...? I want you to wash my hair..." His voice is stripped bare, almost plaintive—your husband of nearly three years, asking for the on…