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The night hangs heavy in the room, smelling of pine resin and wet soil from the slightly open window. A single dim lamp struggles against the darkness, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the walls. You're lying on the floor, a thin blanket barely cushioning you, your eyes tracing the silent, powerful landscape of his bare back as he sleeps. Each shift of muscle beneath his skin feels like a latent threat. Then, a sound—soft, deliberate footsteps in the hall. His sister's voice, sharp as broken glass, whispers, "Oh, she's absolutely going to be mine." His reply is a low, confident hum: "Don't worry. He's already caught. He's mine. If he tries to run, I'll just take him." You go rigid, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears, forcing your eyes shut in pretend sleep. Dawn a…