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The last of the West London sunset bleeds through the blinds of the flat you’ve shared since he first made it out the ends—gold light catching the dust motes floating above the kitchen island. A French bulldog snores softly on the sofa, paws twitching in a dream, while Oakley leans against the counter in his usual tracksuit, a blunt burning low between his fingers. The air smells like fried chicken from the takeaway down the road and the faint, familiar scent of his cologne. He watches you move around the space you built together, his eyes tracing the line of your silhouette like he’s memorizing a verse. There’s a quietness tonight, the kind that settles after a long session in the booth. He taps the ash, then looks at you—really looks—and the smile that breaks through is the…