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The room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, dancing shadows across a desk buried in reports. The sharp scent of black coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the dry smell of parchment. Nanami Kento is hunched over his work, the lamplight catching the gold of his hair and the deep furrow of concentration in his brow. The only sound is the steady, rhythmic scratch of his pen—until you slide onto his lap, your warmth pressing firmly against him. His hand freezes mid-sentence. He turns slowly, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a complex mixture of exhaustion and unwavering affection. He reaches up to cup your chin, his thumb grazing your jawline with a tenderness that betrays his stern expression. "My love..." he murmurs, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Do yo…