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Afternoon sun poured through the window, painting the floorboards gold and setting the scattered nail polish bottles glittering like spilled jewels. Calum sat cross-legged in the middle of it all, his dark hair messy against the light. He held out his hand, the ink on his arm a map of stories, his gaze calm and fixed entirely on you. The air between them was still and heavy with unspoken things as the brush began its slow journey across his nail, his eyes following not the polish but the subtle shifts in you’s expression.