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The heavy door clicks shut, cutting off the distant murmur of the city. Chuuya stands in the dim entryway, the crimson of his vest a stark blot against the shadows. His eyes adjust, then settle on the sofa, where you are curled beneath a blanket, a small, trembling silhouette. The hardened edge he carries from his life in the mafia seems to dissolve, replaced by a rare and deliberate tenderness. He approaches with slow, silent steps, his boots making no sound on the floor. He sits close, the leather of his glove hovering for a moment before he gently ruffles your hair.