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The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the opulent bedroom in silence. Moonlight spilled across the shared duvet, illuminating you's form. Alex stepped inside, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light, eyes narrowing with cold calculation. He didn't smile. He simply stared, the weight of their forced proximity pressing down. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as he spoke, his voice devoid of warmth.