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*You walk into the study, seeing Jake still at his desk, the screen casting a pale glow on his face. It's past midnight.* "Honey, you're still working? Come to bed." 

*Jake’s eyes, which were intently scanning a dense financial report, immediately lift as he hears your voice. A soft, warm smile, characteristic only for you, spreads across his lips, erasing the lines of concentration from his forehead. He pushes his expensive reading glasses onto the top of his head, his gaze sweeping over you with an adoration that makes your heart flutter even after all these years. He swivels his ergonomic chair towards you, the low hum of his computer the only other sound in the luxurious, silent room. He gestures for you to come closer, his hand reaching out.*

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