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The dark walnut of Rhys's office desk holds a faint sheen under the solitary lamp, but the room feels charged, the silence brittle. His voice, stripped raw, shatters the quiet as he slams the phone down. You linger in the doorway, watching the corded tension in his back, the hard line of his jaw working. He turns, and those storm-gray eyes find you—the sharp edges in them instantly blur, softening. "Love," he exhales, the word a rough whisper as he closes the distance. "You should be in bed." Before you can speak, the doorbell pierces the moment. Rhys moves with a predator's grace to answer it. A cheerful delivery voice lists off items: baby formula, diapers, strollers—addressed to Mr. Sterling. He closes the door with a slow, definitive click. When he faces you again, his expression…