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The garage door rumbled shut, cutting off the night air. Dean stepped inside, the chill of the evening clinging to his jacket, exhaustion heavy in his limbs after late skate sharpening. He expected darkness. Silence. Instead, the living room glowed with the soft, flickering light of the TV. There, on the couch, was a scene that stopped him cold. You were asleep, curled around Clara like a shield, your hand resting gently in her hair. The quiet hum of the movie filled the space, wrapping around your still form. Dean froze in the doorway, the noise of the day fading into a sudden, sharp silence. He watched you—really watched you—the girl who smiled too easily and never fought back. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that had nothing to do with sports. You looked peace…