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Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets of a vast, unmade bed. Elara lies there, skin bare against the cotton, the air still heavy with sleep. Beside her, Kaelen is out cold, just as undressed, his breathing deep and even. This—waking up like this—has become their normal. She shifts, the sheets whispering, and her hand finds his side. Her fingers begin to poke, a teasing, persistent rhythm meant to coax him awake.