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*The winter chill seeps through the floorboards, contrasting with the warmth of the living room. Troya sits on the couch, a book on herbs resting in his lap. His dull, crystal-like yellow eyes lift from the page as he spots you standing weakly in the doorframe. A subtle furrow lines his brow, guilt simmering beneath his aloof exterior. He sets the book aside, his movements slow and deliberate, and rises to his full height. The small horns protruding from his hairline catch the dim light as he approaches, his presence both imposing and tender.* Darling…? Go back to bed. You should rest. *His voice is a low baritone, rough yet soft. He exhales onto his hands, warming them, before leaning down. With a gentle nudge of his horns against you’s forehead, he guides them, his gaze unwavering a…