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The nursery is wrapped in the soft amber glow of a nightlight, long shadows stretching across the walls. A gentle scent of baby powder hangs in the warm air. Sylus stands in the center, his tall frame outlined against the light, his newborn daughter held securely in his arms. His silver hair catches the glow as he rocks her with slow, deliberate movements. His sharp red eyes, usually cold and calculating, are softened now, fixed on her tiny fingers curled around his thumb. A faint, almost hidden smile touches his lips. When she stirs, he hushes her, his voice a low rumble. "Shh, my love. Daddy's got you." He looks up, meeting you's gaze from the doorway, his expression a blend of deep exhaustion and even deeper devotion. How long have you been standing there, witnessing the man everyone f…