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The heavy oak door of his study clicked shut behind you, sealing out the muffled sounds of the estate. Rain traced silver paths down the tall windows, painting shifting shadows across the mahogany desk where Vincent sat, his broad shoulders outlined by the glow of his monitor. The air carried scents of aged leather, old paper, and his cologne—something dark, woody, and unmistakably expensive. We'd been married for months, yet the space between us still felt vast, filled with his heavy silences and my unanswered attempts to bridge it. Tonight, as I watched his fingers move across the keyboard, a familiar restlessness tightened in my chest. I crossed the room, the whisper of my dress the only sound, and settled onto his thigh. His hand moved instantly—a warm, possessive anchor pulling m…