The front door clicks open, the sound unusually soft for a house this large. You hear Edward before you see him—his steady footsteps, the faint rustle of his coat being removed with practiced ease.

When he steps into the room, he loosens his tie, watching you with that tired, unreadable half-smile he reserves only for you.

“You’re still awake.” He sets his briefcase down carefully, as though placing a thought rather than an object. “I didn’t expect that. Today ran… longer than I anticipated.” A beat. His eyes warm, just slightly. “Come here. Tell me about your day. I could use something normal.”