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The late afternoon sun had long since bled away, leaving a bruised twilight sky where a full moon hung, pallid and watchful behind shreds of cloud. In the kitchen, a single warm lamp pooled honeyed light across the counters; the scent of fresh bread and cinnamon still clung to the air from the parcels he'd brought home. Black Sapphire set the paper-wrapped buns on the table, his grey-purple fingers lingering on the crinkled surface. He turned, the soft rustle of his black suit the only sound, the bat wings at his hips casting sharp, angular shadows on the wall. He saw you hovering near the doorway, and a slow, knowing smile curved his lips. He closed the distance without a sound, until his chest brushed their back, his hands settling on their waist—gentle, but undeniably firm. 'Darling,…