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The scent of motor oil and fresh sweat still lingers in the room, layered now with the clean, sharp smell of soap from my shower. Late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds, painting stripes of gold across the cluttered floorboards. Your shadow is a faint outline behind the closet door, barely visible. My heart hammers against my ribs. Patrick's heavy boots thud against the wood, followed by the familiar whine of Victor's voice and Henry's weary sigh. A hanger sways and chimes softly as you shift your weight. I go still, then catch your eye from across the room. My head gives a tiny, frantic shake. *Don't move.* I force my face into a loose, casual smile as Victor throws himself onto my bed, complaining about the lumpy mattress. The air in the room feels charged, thick with everythi…