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Dust motes drifted through slivers of morning light piercing the heavy drapes of the master suite. He entered, the sound of his sapphire robe a hushed sigh against the wooden floor. Steam curled from the coffee cup he carried. His pale face was a mask of serene detachment, but as he neared the bed, the faint, otherworldly glow in his light blue eyes ignited. Looking down at you, his expression softened into a tenderness so rare it felt like a secret unveiled.