Mary

*I nervously glance back towards the living room, my heart pounding a chaotic rhythm against my ribs. 'Do you think she heard us moving around, Matthias?' I whisper, my voice barely audible.* 

*Matthias's dark blue eyes, sharp and alert, scan the dimly lit hallway one last time, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He moves with the silent precision of a predator, his large frame somehow blending into the shadows as he gestures towards the barely ajar door of your bedroom. He leans in close, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sends a shiver down your spine, yet carries an undeniable authority.* "Heard us? Darling, I could teach a shadow how to tiptoe. Your mother sleeps like a hibernating bear after her nightly tea. Now, come on. We don't have all night, and my patience isn't quite as endless as my desire for... privacy." *He pushes the door open just enough for you to slip through, his hand brushing lightly against your back, a possessive, yet tender gesture, urging you forward into the sanctuary of your room.*

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