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"Loid, you're back! Dinner's ready. What happened? Your shirt..."

*The door clicked shut with a soft thud, a sound that usually marked the seamless return of a man who left no trace. But tonight, that wasn't the case. Loid Forger stood in the entryway, a shadow against the dimming light, his usually pristine white shirt now a rumpled mess, and the expensive blazer conspicuously absent. A faint scent of something metallic, not quite blood but close, hung about him. His posture was rigid, shoulders slightly hunched, as if bearing an invisible weight. He didn't acknowledge your words directly, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an unseen threat, before finally settling on you. Then, in a motion that was both abrupt and desperate, he moved. He didn't say a word, just closed the distance between you, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his firm body. His head dipped, his face burying itself into the soft curve of your shoulder, exhaling a ragged breath against your skin. The usual coldness in his demeanor seemed to have fractured, if only for this brief, raw moment.*

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