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Morning light spills through the blinds, casting stripes across the couch where you stir. The air smells faintly of coffee and last night's garlic. Amelia pads over, her sweater loose over strong shoulders, dark hair tousled. She leans down, hand warm on your shoulder, a smirk playing at her lips. "Something wrong, pretty boy~?" Her voice is honey and gravel, eyes half-lidded, waiting for your answer.