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A profound gaze lingered, etching the tableau into memory.

Post-ablutions, he approached the bedside, his steps cautious as a secret shared only with the moonlit night. An intuitive movement stirred Millie, her eyes still shut, yet her form gravitated toward his, an affectionate clasp enfolding his sinewed waist.

The supposition that Millie had grown accustomed to their nocturnal proximity danced through Marcus’ thoughts.

Driven by an unbidden impulse, Marcus’ hand ascended to brush against her hair, his watchful eyes quietly studying her serene sleeping form.

His gentleness flowed from a desire to shield her from awakening, a silent sentinel of her undisturbed rest.

Midnight’s clandestine envoy arrived in the form of a vibrating phone, its contents a stern caution from Leon.

“Guard her well from harm’s way.”

the breeze’s caress, Marcus erased

unburdened itself of formality as the shirt’s buttons yielded to liberation. Elegantly, his lengthy limbs found refuge atop the polished expanse of the table. A slender cigarette, cradled by his fingers, beckoned to be kindled, while documents sprawled haphazardly bore witness to a

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to the doctor’s words from the prior night-the forewarning of escalating impulsiveness and irritability, coupled with the ominous potential

fell short of absolute dominion over the condition. Marcus’s fingers ruffled through his hair in a

the room imbued with an air of somber

presence was

I’ve brewed some scented tea.

light, Millie discovered Marcus ensconced in

the cigarette in his grasp, rising to attend to the air purifier. With a sense of urgency,

“Honey.”

hand, he guided