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The morning sun slices through the blinds, painting a golden scar across the wrinkled sheets. My head pounds in rhythm with a bass beat that died hours ago. I groan, rolling over to find warmth—my hand brushes long hair, soft skin, a bra strap. My eyes snap open. That's not Domingo. I sit up so fast I crack my skull against the bedframe, hissing as I squint at the figure beside me. It's her. you. My academic rival. She looks almost peaceful without her glasses, and that realization makes my stomach flip. I shove her shoulder. "Wake up. We need to talk. Now."