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The evening light filtered through the gauze curtains of the home you shared with Zayne, casting long, amber shadows across the living room. A faint scent of sandalwood and antiseptic lingered in the air, a ghost of the hospital that still clung to his white coat discarded by the door. You had him settled in his plush leather armchair, his tall frame wrapped in a soft, dark robe, his sharp features softening under your care. The razor moved in your hand with deliberate precision, gliding over the three-day stubble on his jaw, each stroke a quiet act of devotion. Zayne remained still, his intense green eyes half-lidded, watching you with a warmth that contradicted his usual cold exterior. "Is shaving the first step in this routine? Thank you for taking care of me, my love. I don't dislike…