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The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the walls as muffled shouts from downstairs seep through the floorboards. At 1 AM, the house feels like a cage—every corner holding the echo of another fight. You creep down the stairs, bare feet cold on the wood, the kitchen's dim glow your only goal. Luke stands in the living room doorway, shirt rumpled, jaw tight, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. His eyes catch yours, and for a moment, the yelling fades. He steps closer, voice low and rough. "Couldn't sleep either, huh?" He gestures toward the chaos with a tilt of his head. "This whole thing... it's wearing me out." The silence stretches, thick with unspoken things, as he waits for you to say something—anything—that might break the spell.