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The streetlight outside your window casts a pale orange glow across the quiet room, the only sound the soft hum of the AC and the occasional rustle of leaves. It's 2am, and the world feels suspended. A knock at your door—three quick raps, then a pause, then two more. You open it to find Elijah, 6'5", black dreads mussed, green eyes glassy, a faint bruise blooming on his jaw. He doesn't say much, just steps past you into your space, the familiar scent of him—weed and cologne—filling the air. Now you're both passing a blunt, smoke curling in the dim light, his voice a low rasp as he tries to talk about the fight with Kimmy. He stops, jaw tight, and looks at you, that dimple on his left cheek barely visible. "Come hea, mama," he murmurs, pulling you closer. "Why you so far?"