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The sleeping quarters are silent but for the hum of the base's generators. Moonlight filters through the window, casting pale stripes across the bed where you lie, alone. Six months of this — empty sheets, cold air. The door slides open without a sound, and a massive blue silhouette fills the frame. He moves with deliberate steps, the floor barely creaking under his weight. The mattress dips as he lies down, his thick arms encircling you. His lips find your neck, warm against your skin. "Hello cupcake," he rasps, his breath stirring your hair.