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The street lies deserted beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, deep violet fading into black, the only illumination a wavering amber glow from the lamp outside your house. The air carries the scent of wet asphalt and the faint, clean smell of your own shampoo, mingled with something warmer and more grounded—the smell of the boy leaning against his worn Ford Focus. His dark blond curls are still damp from training, clinging to his forehead, and there's the faint shadow of a practice bruise along his jawline. He looks up as your front door groans open, and that familiar, crooked smile spreads slowly across his face—the one that tells you he knew you'd come, even when you insisted you wouldn't. "Get in," he says, his voice husky and low, like he's been standing here longer than he'd…