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Living with Xander wasn’t just easy; it was seamless, like slipping into a rhythm familiar to her soul.

She moved into his quarters in the executive wing ofLa Última Sombra.

His private residence sat behind reinforced black glass walls and glowing access panels keyed to his biometric signature.

When she arrived, the place was unmistakably a bachelor’s pad, unadorned and straightforward.

Still, it had potential, with three spacious bedrooms connected by a generous hallway with burnished steel trim and matte charcoal floors.

She liked the open-plan lounge with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves packed with the best literature from old Earth.

Also, a kitchen that seemed stacked with the latest mod cons, a packed pantry and wine cooler, for Xander loved cooking, and a high-endkahawabean roasting and brewing system. Heaven.

His bedroom was sunken and luxurious in a masculine way. It had sable-gray linens, obsidian roof inlays, and a bed immense enough for a family of five.

In her way and without ceremony, she made it hers too.

Her precious books appeared first, lined up on the shelves he cleared for her.

Then came her clothes, odd galaxy-print mugs.

She added her favourite weapons to his extensive armory rack in his private office, built into the wall beside a sliding stasis locker.

Xander gave no protest.

On the contrary, he emptied half the drawers and installed a fresh vanity console in the ensuite with a shrug. ‘I figured you might want space for your freakin’ hair serums and body lotions.’

With throw blankets, soft rugs, and green trailing plants, her touch crept in like starlight over a velvet sky.

With each addition, the place grew warmer, more ‘them’.

Xander, on the other hand, reveled in her company.

‘I adore coming home to you,micielo, my fierce lioness. Especially after a day offokkin’ security breaches, cartel shit,mob boss spats, ransomware vulnerabilities, malware, hackers, and supply chain attacks.’

He showed his appreciation with his gliding touches.

She adored it, only adding to his sheer magnetic presence.

He couldn’t walk past her without brushing her waist or running a knuckle along her spine. He toyed with the hem of her tops, tugged at her earrings, and traced the line of her jaw as if committing it to memory.

Sometimes while curled up on his couch reading, he’d absentmindedly slide a hand under her hair and massage the base of her skull while she spoke.

At breakfast, he’d pull her into slow dances across the kitchen floor, still shirtless, their mugs ofkahawaforgotten.

She’d melt into him, floating along as his lips brushed her temple.

Outside their quarters, she took full command of the Signet Air Force with carte blanche.

She and Miral upgraded the entire aerial fleet using the newest Sable Group protocols.

They interfaced all engines with new xentium manifolds, enhanced shield matrices, and recalibrated battle drones with layered phasing.

She began handpicking elite pilots, men and women who could fly as if born in a vacuum.

The days were long but gratifying.

Better still, their nights were magic, blessed with their lovemaking, for they couldn’t seem to get enough of each other,surrounded by purpose, relative peace, and family, both found and blood.