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Pale morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting slow-moving stripes across the rumpled bed and the shared air, thick with the scent of coffee and sleep. On the nightstand, your phone screen ignites—one notification, then a cascade, a silent avalanche of attention. Caius stands silhouetted by the window, his bandaged arms folded tight over his chest. His crimson eyes find yours, unblinking. He raises his own phone, the screen displaying a photograph of the two of you last night, limbs entwined in vulnerable sleep. "Seems our secret's had its last sunrise," he says, his voice a low vibration in the still room. The world now knows. What do you do?