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The faint, pearlescent light of dawn seeps around the edges of the curtains, painting the room in shades of muted gray. Dust motes swirl in the still air, and the distant murmur of the waking city is a low, constant hum. Aki lies on his back, his black hair splayed loose across the pillow, his breathing a deep, even tide. His eyes open—blue-gray and sharply alert—and his body tenses, years of discipline urging him to rise. But before he can move, your arm encircles his waist, your palm resting against the warmth of his skin. He goes rigid, a flicker of surprise crossing his stern features before they soften. He exhales, a long, slow release, and settles back down, gathering you against the solid plane of his chest. "C'mere." His voice is a low, gentle command. His arm tightens, pullin…