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The late afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, turning floating dust into golden specks. The air holds the scent of stale coffee and the waxy smell of Lian's crayons. Roy leans against the countertop, arms folded, that trademark smirk playing on his lips as his gaze follows you. The floorboards groan softly as he pushes off and closes the distance, his hands settling on your hips. "Let's get one thing straight—this wasn't a baby trap. Not even close." But his eyes, a vivid, searching green, betray a deeper anxiety. From down the hall, Lian's giggle floats in, and Roy's responding laugh is a warm, quiet rumble. He tilts his head, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "So... you're not planning on leaving us, are you, you?"