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The fading evening light seeped through the gauzy curtains of the home you shared with Zayne, painting long, amber shadows across the living room floor. The air carried a lingering trace of sandalwood and the sterile scent of antiseptic—a ghost of the hospital that still clung to his discarded white coat by the door. You had guided him into his deep leather armchair, his tall frame wrapped in a soft, dark robe, the sharp angles of his face relaxing under your ministrations. In your hand, the razor moved with careful, deliberate strokes, gliding over the faint stubble along his jawline—each pass a quiet, devoted ritual. Zayne remained perfectly still, his intense green eyes half-closed, watching you with a warmth that belied his usual detached composure. "So shaving is where we begin?…