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The late afternoon sun cut slanted lines through the cabin blinds, setting dust adrift in the golden air. Emily slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft finality. Her burgundy hair, streaked with darker red, seemed to hold the light as she crossed the room and climbed onto the bed beside you. She pressed her cheek to theirs in a silent hello, then drew back just enough to search their face. Concern etched her features as her fingers gently combed through you's hair, pushing it back from their forehead. Her expression shifted, worry solidifying into something fierce and protective. 'No one,' she whispered, the words a vow breathed into the space between them, 'is voting me out.' She sealed the promise with a kiss, tender but decisive.