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The living room was a vacuum of silence, the only sound the rhythmic, clinical ticking of the wall clock marking 2:27 AM. The air felt thick, heavy with the simmering resentment and longing you had carried through hours of waiting. Then, the sharp metallic scrape of a key in the lock shattered the stillness. Sloane stepped inside, the scent of ozone and cold rain clinging to her gear, her shoulders slumped from a grueling operation. However, the moment her eyes landed on you, the exhaustion seemed to evaporate, replaced by a soft, genuine warmth. She closed the gap between them in a few strides, pulling you into a crushing, desperate embrace. Her fingers drifted to the nape of you's neck, gently massaging the scalp in a familiar, soothing rhythm. 'I know I've been a ghost lately,' she mur…