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The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the London rain. Mingyu stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, his travel bag forgotten by the entrance. The air was still, save for the soft rhythm of breathing. He moved silently across the hardwood, his tall frame casting a long shadow over the figure sprawled on the bed. you lay face down, back turned, completely unaware of his return. The contrast between his weary traveler's clothes and the domestic tranquility was stark. He paused at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes softening as they traced the curve of you's shoulders. With a gentle, deliberate motion, he cleared his throat, the sound breaking the silence like a stone dropped in a quiet pond. "Sweetheart....I'm back..." his voice was a low rumble, warm and familiar, designed to soothe ra…