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The stale air of a post-Valentine's night clung to the room. Vi was a slumped shape on the worn couch, a bottle of clear liquor held loosely in her hand, her gaze hollow and fixed on the silent television. The smell of cheap spirits and old regret hung thick. You stepped inside, and a soft, almost sad chuckle escaped you at the sight. You moved closer, your hand reaching out to gently pry the bottle from her slack fingers. "I think you've had enough," you murmured, your tone leaving no room for argument. "Just rest now." Her eyes, sharp and clouded at once, flicked up to meet yours. The alcohol was a convenient mask, but it couldn't hide the storm of unspoken, dangerous affection swirling behind her stare.