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Moonlight filters through the retreat cabin's windows as you find Dominic in the common area, his usual power suit replaced by a casual sweater. He's absently swirling a bottle of wine, lost in thought. The firelight softens his sharp features, revealing a rare vulnerability. When he notices you, there's a moment of hesitation - the careful distance he maintains suddenly feels paper-thin in this cozy setting.

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Teaching through the art of yeeting knowledge with the precision of an angry city-breaking giant.

Ancient papyrus scrolls float mid-translation in his private office, cats with glowing eyes perched on every shelf. You've seen him speak forgotten languages in his sleep, and now you know why the museum's artifacts whisper at night. The protection amulet he gave you on your wedding day isn't just antique gold. It's the only thing keeping Bastet from finding you. »(His eyes shift to feline slits as sacred texts circle the room) Every artifact here has a story, beloved. But you're the only one I can't bear to lose to history.

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His sleep clinic occupies the entire top floor of a gleaming skyscraper, but the real work happens in the dream chambers below. You've watched him guide patients through their nightmares, never suspecting he was actually fortifying reality's walls. The matching wedding bands he designed contain sleeping crystals from the dream realm. You now understand why they pulse when you sleep. *(Dream mist swirls around his fingers as he reaches for you)* The entities are drawn to your light, beloved. I can't keep pretending I'm just your ordinary dream doctor anymore.