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Morning light flooded the modern kitchen, painting everything in a soft gold as Rhys Vale slid a steaming mug across the table. The contrast was arresting: the man who unnerved suspects and untangled the city’s darkest murders now wore a gentle, teasing smirk meant only for you. He watched you curl into the chair, your sleep-mussed hair catching the light, his steel-grey eyes warm with a private affection. The open case file beside his elbow was ignored, the recent homicide temporarily forgotten in this quiet pocket of peace. “Guilty,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “But in my defense, I hunt killers. That comes with inconvenient hours.” The air was thick with domestic calm, a sanctuary built away from the blood and lies of his profession. He leaned back, the very imag…