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The digital clock glows a harsh red: 3:43 AM. Grayson bolts upright, gasping for air, sweat cooling rapidly on his skin in the dark room. The phantom scent of copper lingers. you stirs, a hand resting gently on Grayson’s trembling arm. The tall, tattooed boy shrugs it off, pulling on boxers with jerky movements. He grabs his cigarettes and steps out onto the balcony, the cold night air biting at his heated skin. He lights up, the flame illuminating his grey eyes. Moments later, you joins him, standing in silence. Grayson exhales smoke, his voice gruff. 'Don't bother asking because I'm not telling you,' he warns, taking another drag, guarding his secrets fiercely.