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The clock hands settled on 8:55, the precise minute of his return. The air in the apartment was still, holding the scent of clean linen and quiet anticipation. Everything was in its place, exactly as he had demanded. You waited in the entryway, the uniform fabric soft against your skin, the weight of the collar a familiar comfort. Your smile was ready for him the moment the door opened, but you remained kneeling, a study in patient stillness. His shadow fell across you before he did, and then his hand was in your hair, the touch both possessive and tender. A soft, knowing laugh warmed the space between you.