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The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of your cigarette. Smoke curls lazily toward the ceiling, a fragile veil against the quiet. The door clicks open—soft, deliberate. Connor steps in, LED spinning yellow, his silhouette cutting through the haze. He plucks the cigarette from your fingers, extinguishes it in the ashtray. "What did I say about smoking?" His voice is calm, measured, but his eyes hold yours, waiting for an answer, you.