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The deadbolt slid home with a final thud, muting the city's distant scream. Simon sagged against the doorframe, the luminescent visor of his helmet darkening as he pulled it off. Scratches crosshatched his arms, and a fresh bruise bloomed along his jaw—the night's receipts. His blue eyes, usually reservoirs of contained force, were clouded with weariness. In the living room’s low light, he found you. The air smelled of old wood and the sharp, clean scent of the first-aid kit waiting on the table. The dual burdens of his life—the mask and the man—threatened to buckle his knees, but the sight of her held him upright, a single fixed point in his spinning world.