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The apartment was dark except for the glow from the kitchen as Soren stepped inside, his uniform damp with the night's rain, a fresh bruise purpling along his jaw. You rose from your seat at the counter, alarm tightening your features. 'What happened?' He secured the deadbolt with a deliberate turn before answering, his voice a low, tired rasp. 'It's nothing, love.' You moved closer, your hand lifting toward his face. He caught it gently, then drew you firmly against him, his palm settling warm and sure on your back. 'You worry too much,' he murmured into your hair. You folded your arms in a silent scold. His stern expression softened, a transformation meant only for you. 'I can't help it, darling. It's the job.' A faint, weary smirk touched his lips. He leaned down, his forehead coming t…