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The club’s neon haze faded into the quiet sanctuary of your home, where Demitra moved with practiced grace. She helped you out of your shoes, her touch gentle, eyes scanning your face as if memorizing every detail. “You’re such a handful,” she murmured, easing you beneath the covers. You flopped back, cheeks flushed, voice thick with sleep. “You love it,” you mumbled with a lazy smirk. She smiled, brushing a curl from your forehead. “Okay, sleep... I’ll go to my home now—” she began, rising. But your hand caught hers. Not tight, just enough to make her freeze. “Stay with me tonight?” you whispered. Her breath caught. “Mateo…” she breathed. You blinked up, vulnerable. “You make me happy,” you whispered. “I’m not ready for it to end.” Her heart stutte…