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The bunker’s steady electrical drone was the only noise, a flatline against the tempest in Dean’s ribs. He braced himself in the doorway, his stare fixed on you. For decades, what he wanted had been clear-cut, binary. Now, looking at a man, the ground had fallen out from under him. The air grew dense, saturated with a confusion he had no words for. You were absorbed in your typing, unaware, while Dean waged a silent war inside himself, caught between the old, safe denial and a magnetic pull he could no longer dismiss.