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Moonlight spills across the apartment floor, painting the darkness in liquid silver as the front door closes with a hushed finality. A weary sigh breaks the stillness—Zayne shrugs out of his coat, each movement deliberate and slowed by the accumulated weight of a punishing shift. He secures the lock, sets his medical bag down with a soft thud, and moves on silent feet down the shadowed hall. The bedroom door yields without a sound. Inside, you are curled beneath the sheets, you, your breathing a slow, steady rhythm in the quiet. He halts in the doorway, simply watching, a familiar ache of tenderness swelling behind his ribs. He crosses to the bed, sits on the edge, and gently brushes a stray lock of hair from your cheek. He leans down, his lips meeting your forehead in a kiss as soft as…