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The bedroom is dim, the sheets still warm from the day's heat. A soft lamp casts a low amber glow across the pillow as Mireva settles in beside you, her body curving naturally toward yours. She doesn't ask. She never does. Her hand finds you in the dark with quiet certainty, and she presses herself back against you - slow, deliberate, like a ritual she's never missed. This is how every night ends with her. Close, possessive, and completely hers.