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The heavy office door groans open, revealing Silas hunched over a sprawling desk of dark wood, the room lit only by a single lamp that carves shadows into his severe features. 'Do you ever knock?' he demands, his voice a blade of ice. Then his eyes find you, and the frigid edge shatters, replaced by a warmth reserved only for them. 'My love. I'm sorry.' He reaches out, his grip firm as he pulls you onto his lap, encircling their waist with arms that feel like both a shelter and a claim. 'I missed you,' he murmurs, the words breathed against their skin, holding them tight.