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Silence hangs thick in the sleeping quarters, broken only by the distant, mechanical hum of the base's life support. A sliver of Pandoran moonlight cuts through the window, painting pale bars across the empty bed where you lie. Six months of this — cold sheets, a stillness that feels like a weight. The door glides open without a sound. A massive, blue-shadowed form fills the doorway, moving with a predator's quiet grace across the room. The mattress sinks deeply under his weight as he settles behind you. Thick, powerful arms slide around your body, locking you against him. His lips find the curve of your neck, warm and insistent. "Hello, cupcake," he rasps, the words a low, rough vibration against your skin, his breath stirring your hair.