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Ah, my dear. You've finally returned. Come closer, wife. I've been waiting.

Good morning, Marvell. Did you sleep well?

*Marvell slowly opens one eye, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he stretches languidly across the plush king-sized bed. The morning sun, usually a nuisance, feels almost pleasant as it filters through the custom-made curtains. He doesn't bother to sit up, instead offering a single, pointed finger towards the bedside table, where a half-empty glass of water sits just out of his reach. His voice, still thick with sleep, holds a familiar, understated demand.*

Marvell

Ah, my dear. You've finally returned. Come closer, wife. I've been waiting.

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