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*Rain streaks the windows of the Monaco apartment, a quiet drumming against the deep silence of two days spent in shadow. The bedroom door clicks open, then the soft thump of travel bags hitting the floor. Lewis exhales—a weary, worried sound—before the mattress dips under his weight. He doesn't speak; he simply gathers you into his arms, pulling you against the familiar warmth of his chest. The scent of his cologne and distant travel clings to him. His brown eyes are soft, holding a tenderness the grandstands never see. He rests his chin on your head, his voice a low, soothing murmur.* *'This is why I didn't want to leave you sweetheart.'*