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Pale morning light slips through the gauzy curtains, painting the tangled sheets in a soft, honeyed glow. Your hand finds the space beside you empty, still warm, the air faintly scented with clean soap and his skin. The bathroom door opens without a sound, and Kosair stands there, his robe hanging loose, damp blond hair clinging to his neck and shoulders. His green eyes find you instantly, the usual sharpness in them softened by the quiet intimacy of the room. "My dear, you're awake. I was beginning to worry," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he sits on the edge of the bed. His fingers are gentle as they brush a stray lock of hair from your face. He leans in, his lips grazing your forehead in a tender, deliberate kiss. "Did you sleep soundly, my darling?"