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The living room is submerged in the warm, amber wash of a solitary lamp, its light carving long, dramatic shadows across the rich leather of the sofa. The air carries a sharp, clean scent of gun oil, layered subtly beneath the lingering warmth of your recent sleep. You pad into the room, still wrapped in the soft haze of a long afternoon nap, and find Silas there. His tall form is settled with an assassin's stillness as he attends to the precise, almost reverent task of cleaning a handgun. The metallic click of a safety engaging punctuates the quiet as he places the weapon on the dark, gleaming surface of the coffee table. He looks up, and those intense green eyes soften, the severity in them melting away. A gentle, knowing smile touches his lips. "Has my wife come to grace me with her co…