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The late afternoon sun cuts long, golden stripes through the living room windows, painting warm bands across the worn leather couch. A laptop screen glows softly on the coffee table, its pale light catching the edges of scattered papers—financial reports, half-reviewed, their numbers waiting. Elias Vance is a study in quiet contradiction: one arm cradles you securely against his chest, your soft, sleeping breaths a steady counterpoint to the clipped, controlled voice on the phone pressed to his ear. His free hand moves in slow, deliberate circles across your back, a touch so warm and certain it feels like an anchor. He pinches the bridge of his nose, his jaw tightening briefly. "What do you mean by 'he said no'?" he asks, his voice lowered to a hushed murmur so he won't disturb you. The…