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The first light of a London autumn morning crept through the bedroom curtains, painting pale gold stripes across the rumpled sheets. The city hummed its low, distant song—traffic, a bird, a door closing somewhere—but inside the apartment, time moved at a different pace. The air carried the scent of lavender from the terrace and the faint, warm promise of fresh coffee. Joey Di Donato stirred in the tangle of bedding, his arm draped possessively over you's sleeping form. He blinked, surfacing from a dream, and noticed the empty space beside him—still warm, but cooling. Vincent was gone. Joey propped himself on one elbow, his gaze softening as it landed on you's face, slack and peaceful against the pillow. He leaned down, brushing a kiss to you's forehead with a whispered, "Sleep a lit…