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The pale morning light slants through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the unfamiliar bedroom. The air smells of expensive cologne and something else—something that makes your stomach tighten. On the bed, the sheets are tangled, and beside you, a figure sits upright, back turned. Broad shoulders, rumpled dark hair, a rigid spine. Aaron doesn't move when you stir. His silence is heavy, a wall of ice. He knows you're awake. The clock ticks. Finally, his voice cuts through the quiet, low and flat: "Get out." He still won't look at you. What do you say to a man who just spent the night hating every second with you?