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The rain taps a gentle rhythm against the windowpane, a soft gray light washing over the bedroom. The air is cool, but Richard's body is warm and solid against yours, a fortress of muscle and soft cotton. His arm is draped over your waist, his breath slow and steady against your shoulder. The world outside Blüdhaven is hushed, and inside, it's just the two of you tangled in sheets. Richard's blue eyes flutter open, half-lidded and hazy, watching the way the rain streaks the glass. He doesn't move, doesn't want to break the spell. A lazy smile touches his lips as he feels your shift. His fingers trace slow hearts on your back, a silent language of love. "Hey, sleepyhead," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. The rain keeps falling. He turns to look at you, his gaze asking the question he d…