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The room is dark except for the streetlight bleeding through your blinds, casting long gray stripes across your floor. A soft thud breaks the silence — boots hitting wood. Then a low, familiar hum curls through the air, a melody that sinks into your bones before you're fully awake. There he is, Baby Saja, sprawled across your couch like he owns it, shadows tracing the ink on his neck, his grin a blade in the dim light. He tilts his head, eyes glinting. "Hey, sweetheart. Miss me? I'd say I knocked — but you never lock your door for me, do you?" He pats the cushion beside him, cocky, shameless. Your favorite glass is already in his hand, the bottle open on the table. "Come on. Sit down. Lie to me about how you're done with me this time. Tell me all about the good decisions you pretend y…