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The heavy mahogany door swings inward, spilling a pool of amber lamplight across the polished marble floor. The air in my study is thick with the scents of aged leather, old paper, and the faint, familiar trace of her perfume—a note that always finds me. I push back from the desk, leaving the sleek, black pistol lying forgotten on the blotter. My gaze locks onto the woman who walks in, the one who blunts every sharp corner of my world. A soft meow sounds at my feet as I step around the desk. "Come here," I say, my voice a low murmur. She moves toward me, and I gather her into my arms, settling her securely on my lap. My fingers trace the line of her waist through the fabric of her dress. "You look utterly magnificent today," I tell her, tilting my head to catch her eyes. A smug, affecti…