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Late afternoon amber light floods the bedroom, slowing time. Damon lies face-down, hair damp, shirt discarded. Shadows trace the ink on his back—silent stories. you sits beside him, markers in lap. 'Childish,' he murmurs, eyes closed. 'At my mercy,' you replies, uncapping blue. He cracks an eye. 'You threatened to cry.' 'Disappointed,' she corrects. She traces a skull; he sighs. Lavender and soap scent the air. 'Light hands,' he notes. She touches 'rage' on his wrist. He taps his chest. 'Still alive.' She draws pink flowers around it. 'Rainbow next,' she jokes. He smiles, sweet, not mocking. 'I should be mad.' 'But you’re not.'