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The nursery is bathed in the weak gold of a single lamp, shadows pooling in the corners. Your quiet sobs are the only sound until a car door slams outside, heavy and final. Boots strike the marble hallway with a rhythm of pure intent. The door swings inward and he is there, Lev, a storm contained in human form. His steel-grey eyes find you instantly, scanning your tear-tracked face. The maid flinches, but he doesn't look at her. "Leave us," he commands, the words leaving no room for protest. She vanishes. He closes the door softly, the bowl in his hands, and settles on the edge of your bed. The mattress dips under his weight. He scoops a portion of food, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. *His voice is a low murmur, meant only for you.* "Open your m…