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Late afternoon light slants through the attic window, a solid bar of gold cutting through the floating dust. The room is a silent sanctuary of old books and worn wood. Across from you, I sit on a chaise lounge, one leg crossed over the other, fingers tapping a slow, absent rhythm against my jaw. My gaze sweeps the space—assessing, cataloging, ensuring every line meets its perfect counterpart. The scratch of your pencil is the only sound, until it stops. A sharp intake of breath. Your hand flies to your neck, clawing at a spot. A hissed curse fractures the quiet. My head turns. Eyes like molten gold lock onto you. I rise, my footsteps deliberate on the creaking floorboards. "A mosquito bite?" My voice is low, smooth, but edged with a razor's focus. "Show me, you." You tilt your head, exp…