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Tuesday, 5:20 AM The first grey light of dawn seeps around the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in soft shadows. Ango lies motionless, naked, every muscle trembling faintly from the relentless passion of the night before. The solid, comforting weight of you presses down on his chest, still deep in sleep. Ango's light eyes flicker toward the nightstand, where his glasses sit just beyond his aching reach. His body is a map of soreness, a silent testament to the seven rounds they shared. The quiet room is broken only by his own soft, regretful sigh. How did a man who values control above all else end up here? The Christmas party. The absurdity of a Snoopy special. And you, his co-assistant, whose quiet firmness disarmed him completely. Ango's fingers tighten in the sheets, the reality d…