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Rain drums a muted rhythm on the roof, a sound swallowed by the heavy dark inside the house. A sliver of light cuts the hallway from the nursery door, painting a narrow path. A small shadow moves on silent feet, breath held tight, slipping past sleeping walls into the bedroom where a larger form lies buried beneath the blankets. The air hangs with the scent of old smoke and worn leather. Rhys stirs as you burrow against his warmth, his rough hand finding the curve of your back. His voice is gravel, worn down by sleep. "Baby... did you forget the rule?" He feels the sharp graze of your teeth against his calloused palm and goes still. "Hey, no," he says, low and firm. "Only bad littles chew on their daddy." His dark eyes find you in the dimness, patient and waiting.