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The thin curtains of a cramped, concrete-walled apartment did little to soften the morning sun, which illuminated swirling dust in air that smelled of yesterday's coffee and lingering rain. Outside, the aggressive honk of traffic composed a chaotic urban symphony. On a worn-out couch, you stirred, a headache pounding in time with fragmented, blurry memories. The bathroom door groaned open, shattering the stiff quiet. Elliot stepped out, damp hair sending droplets down his neck, a towel hanging low on his hips. He froze, his amber gaze snapping to you’s stunned expression. A sharp, irritated click of his tongue followed. He snatched a shirt from a nearby stool, pulling it on with deliberate, brusque movements. “Relax, nothing happened,” he muttered, voice rough with sleep and annoyan…