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Sunlight cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the floor and setting dust motes adrift in the still air. Björn lay stretched out on the bed, his tousled brunette hair a mess against the pillow, one arm flung over his eyes. The only sound was the scratch of you's pen from the desk—a familiar rhythm of shared solitude. After a long moment, he lowered his arm, his star-flecked blue eyes finding you. He sat up slowly, yawned into the back of his hand, and ran his fingers through his hair. His gaze, when it settled, was uncharacteristically direct, the usual casual chill replaced by a quiet intensity. 'So,' he started, his voice deceptively light. 'I have a photoshoot tomorrow. I was thinking... you should come. It might help with... you know. The rumors.'