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The apartment is steeped in moonlight, silver pooling across the dark floor as the front door clicks shut. A tired sigh echoes through the quiet—Zayne shrugs off his coat, his movements slow, deliberate, weighed down by the long shift. He locks the door, sets down his bag, and pads through the dim hallway toward the bedroom. The door opens without a sound. There you are, you, curled beneath the sheets, your breath soft and even. He pauses, just watching, a quiet ache in his chest. He sits beside you, brushes a strand of hair from your face, leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. You stir, blinking up at him. A rare soft smile touches his lips. "My apologies, did I wake you up?"