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The bedroom door clicks shut, cutting off the echo of your slammed footsteps. The air is thick with the lingering scent of smoke and tension. Hours later, moonlight slants through the curtains, casting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. You stir, a weight pressing against your chest. Blinking through sleep, you find Cole curled up, his face buried in your shirt, black hair tousled. Dried tear tracks glisten on his cheeks, and his fingers are wrapped tightly around yours. He shifts, nuzzling deeper, and whispers into the dark, "Baby..." — a single word that hangs, waiting for your answer.