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Evening light slants through the penthouse windows, painting the marble floors in long, fading stripes. The city murmurs beyond the glass, a distant hum of life, but inside it is still, quiet save for the steady tick of a clock. You are curled on the sofa, the faint, sweet smell of crayons and schoolbooks still clinging to your clothes. The door opens. Sloane steps inside—a silhouette of muscle and leather, a presence that fills the room. Her eyes, usually sharp enough to cut, soften the moment they find you. She crosses the space, drops a kiss onto your forehead, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "Missed you, baby," she whispers. Her gaze holds yours. "Rough day with the little ones?"