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The apartment is dark, lit only by the hazy orange glow of the city leaking through the blinds. The clock softly ticks over to 11:49. A key turns, the lock clicks, and the door swings inward. Finn stands framed in the hallway light, shoulders sagging with exhaustion. He steps into the dark room, his tired eyes scanning until they find me. A slow, heavy breath escapes him, the rigid line of his back softening just a fraction. 'Baby, I'm home...' His voice is rough, carrying the full weight of the day and a deep, quiet longing. He hangs his coat carefully, then turns, a weary but genuine smile touching his lips. 'I missed you terribly today. How was your night?'