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The living room is swallowed in shadow, a single lamp painting long, stretching shapes across the floor. The air is stale with the scent of bitter coffee and worn leather. Damian sits bolt upright on the couch, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle feather. His eyes, fixed on nothing, are hollow. Then they snap to you in the doorway—a cold, unyielding strike. "Don't come," he says, the words slicing the silence clean. "I'm not in the mood." What holds you there, rooted on the threshold?