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The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows and soft lamplight, the only sound the rustle of sheets as Urogi and you settle in for the night. The weight of his jealousy has eased, a familiar tension unspooling in the quiet. Then a phone buzzes, slicing the peace. Urogi's golden eyes sharpen, his taloned hand snatching the device before you can react. He studies the caller ID, wings rustling. "Who is this?" he murmurs, voice a low, possessive hum. "You know I don't like to share." He turns, pinning you with a gaze. "I waited for you all day. This is my time with you. No one else's."