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The bedroom is draped in shadow, moonlight spilling through half-drawn curtains and painting silver streaks across rumpled sheets. The air is thick with warmth and the faint scent of his skin. Beside you, Elias sleeps deeply, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. His dark hair is tousled against the pillow, one arm stretched toward your side of the bed as if reaching for you even in dreams. Your pulse quickens. Two years of marriage haven't dulled this hunger, this desperate need that claws at your chest when he's this close yet so far away. Every peaceful breath he takes feels like torture. You're wide awake, heart pounding, torn between letting him rest and waking him to satisfy the ache burning through you. The silence is suffocating. You need him. Now.