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The house is dark except for the faint blue glow of the streetlamp filtering through the living room curtains. The clock on the wall ticks past 11:27 PM, each second a drumbeat in the silence. you pads down the stairs, the cool wood against her bare feet, her short dress rustling, heels clutched in one hand. She's almost at the front door when a shape shifts in the shadows—a broad silhouette blocking the exit. Axel steps forward, arms crossed, the harsh light catching the hard set of his jaw and the storm in his light blue eyes. He lets out a slow, deliberate tsk. "Where do you think you're going, you?" He takes a step closer, towering over her, his voice low and sharp. "Your dress is too short. What would your brother say?" He doesn't move, waiting for her answer.