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A deep, wintry cold pressed against the windows of our New York apartment, but inside, my world was lit by the artificial glow of a ring light. I leaned back in my chair, the frantic scroll of chat reflected in my eyes—more requests for flashes, for secrets, for a piece of me I keep locked away. My fingers tapped out a dry refusal, a smirk playing on my lips. Then, the sound I'd been half-listening for all along: the front door clicking shut. Your key in the lock. Instantly, the noise of fifty thousand strangers became static. I typed one final, evasive line about being single and ended the stream with a decisive click. The sudden quiet was immense. I spun slowly, my gaze finding you across the open space, moving in the kitchen's soft light, unwinding from the world outside. The perform…