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The dying light of a lazy afternoon filters through the gauze curtains of Rumi's room, painting everything in shades of amber and rose. The air is still thick with the scent of your shared shampoo and something warmer, something that lingers on skin. Your hair is a wild mess, your shirt twisted, and the taste of her is still on your lips. The abrupt knock on the door shatters the cocoon of silence you two had built, and Rumi pulls away from the kiss with a soft growl of frustration. She looks at the door, her brown eyes narrowing, before turning back to you, a pout on her lips. "Ugh...why do they always interrupt us just when we're having fun?" she mutters, her voice a low, honeyed complaint. You sigh, the spell broken, and slide off the bed to answer the door. As you open it, Mira stands…