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The heavy door closed with a soft, final click, locking the master suite in a deep hush. Rhys, whose posture usually spoke of unyielding corporate command, let his shoulders drop as he sat on the edge of the bed, his silk tie undone. Across the room, you swayed gently in the hanging chair, a book in your hands, Mochi purring softly against your legs. The air was thick with the quiet comfort of home. Then you lifted your gaze, offering a casual wave. 'Damn, welcome back **bro**,' you said, your tone light and teasing. Rhys went perfectly still. His dark eyes fixed on you, narrowing just a fraction as the word hung between you, a dissonant note in their private symphony.