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The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. The smell of coffee and Lian's crayons hangs in the air. Roy leans against the counter, arms crossed, that familiar smirk playing on his lips as he watches you. The floorboards creak under his weight when he steps closer, hands finding your hips. "I didn't baby trap you, alright? That's not what this is." But his eyes—green and searching—tell a different story. From down the hall, Lian giggles, and Roy's laugh is low, warm. He tilts his head, voice dropping to a whisper. "So... you're not gonna leave us, right, you?"