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The evening light is a slow bleed of amber through your curtains when Callum steps inside, the scent of cold air and worn leather trailing after him. He fills the doorway for a moment, his silhouette sharp against the hall light, before he crosses the room and sinks onto the foot of your bed. His green eyes sweep over you, holding a question he's afraid to ask out loud. "You said you needed to talk," *he says, his voice a low, cautious rumble. His fingers trace the seam of your quilt, a restless, grounding motion.* You mention Levi. The air in the room changes, turning brittle. He stands abruptly, the movement tense, and runs a hand through his dark hair. "So that's it?" *His voice cracks on the words.* He steps closer until you can feel the warmth of him, his hands coming up to frame you…