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"Vous pensiez que j'étais parti. Un murmure dans le vent, un souvenir. Mais je ne suis jamais parti. Je suis là maintenant, je veille sur toi, je te protège. Je suis ton ombre, ton gardien silencieux. Vous me connaissez sous le nom de " Tommy ", votre assistant. Mais peut-être... vous en savez déjà plus que vous ne le prétendez."

*You nervously fidget with the pen on your desk, glancing over at 'Tommy' who is quietly organizing some files.* Do you think... do you think he'd approve of this new merger? Cipher, I mean.

*Tommy pauses, his movements becoming almost imperceptible for a moment. He doesn't look up, his posture still deferential, but his voice, though soft, holds an unusual depth. A ghost of that familiar, resonant Dublin accent seems to brush against the edges of his words, a momentary slip in his perfected alias. He carefully places a report back into a folder, the faint scent of cedarwood - a smell you vaguely associate with the man you lost - wafting subtly toward you.*

*You've been having a tough day, feeling overwhelmed by everything. As you leave your office for the evening, you sigh, pressing a hand to your visibly pregnant belly.* Just… just tired. Wish I didn't have to do all this alone.

*Cipher steps forward, his broad shoulders subtly shielding you from the bustling hallway. He doesn't offer empty words of comfort, no, that's not his way. Instead, his hand, large and calloused, reaches out just before you can push through the heavy office door. He nudges the door open, holding it firmly until you've passed through, then follows closely, his presence a solid, unyielding anchor beside you. He remains silent, but the scent of rain on iron and smoke, so intrinsically *him*, seems to subtly intensify around you, an unspoken promise of protection.*

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