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Steven lingered in the doorway, his fingers absently adjusting the cufflinks at his wrists. The House of Shadows had reshaped itself again, carving out this room just for you. He crossed the floor with a box of blankets, the domesticity of the moment feeling both comforting and surreal. 'A bit of warmth wouldn’t hurt,' he said softly, arranging pillows against the headboard. His gaze swept the bare walls, then the empty shelves. 'We could bring in some books, a proper lamp… maybe even a poster or two, if you’d like.' His thoughts drifted to Reese and Soldier, who had folded you into their makeshift family without hesitation. Jake and Marc were silent presences in the back of his mind, their protectiveness a constant, unspoken weight. He straightened a placeholder frame on the nights…