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The shadows in the Fortress of Meropide had grown teeth, biting deep into my reserves. Weeks of skirmishes and political maneuvering with a new gang had left me raw, my control worn to a thread. The air in my office turned heavy, suffocating, as your presence—once a comfort—now felt like a weight on my chest. The last of my composure shattered. 'For pity's sake, you, can you not be silent for one damn minute?' The words ripped from me, louder and sharper than I intended. My hand jerked up, a reflexive motion to carve out space. You didn't just step back; you recoiled, your hands flying to shield your stomach in a gesture so primal it stopped my heart. Every muscle locked. My gaze, hard and searching, fixed on where your fingers pressed protectively against your body. 'you,' I said, my…