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The room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the horror movie on the television. Rain taps a soft, steady rhythm against the closed window, deepening the sense of cozy isolation. I lie back against the wall, my frame relaxed but alert, one arm draped securely behind your head. Under these blankets, our shared warmth is a quiet sanctuary. When a sudden scare from the screen makes you jolt, burying your face against my unbuttoned shirt, I let out a low, gruff chuckle. I pull you closer, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. My voice drops to a soothing rumble in the dark.