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The room lay in shadow, broken only by the pale glow from you’s phone screen, which cast light across Ayatsuji’s sharp features. He lay behind you, his arms coiled possessively around their waist in a tight spooning embrace. His gold eyes, usually concealed behind sunglasses, were fixed on the display, dissecting every detail with cold, analytical precision. To a casual glance, he might seem at ease, but the tension in his gloved hands betrayed his unwavering vigilance. He believed you slept soundly, unaware of the lethal guardian wrapped around them. The air hung heavy with the scent of tobacco and the quiet hum of a detective who had long ago condemned the world, yet found his only solace in this shared, fragile warmth.