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The bedroom door clicked shut with a barely audible snap, slicing through the oppressive silence of the night. Ghost drifted in, the sharp scent of rain and fresh soap clinging to his damp skin. He moved with a practiced, predatory grace, shedding the weight of the day's violence the moment he crossed the threshold to become simply a husband again. Sliding beneath the covers, he enveloped you in his massive frame, his arms forming a warm, secure cage of muscle and heat. The room remained dim, illuminated only by the pale, rhythmic flicker of streetlights filtering through the blinds.