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The bedroom is washed in the sterile blue glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The clock glows 2:00 AM. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the faint, telling creak of a floorboard from the hall. Caspian stirs, his hand sliding across the mattress seeking your warmth—and finding only cool, empty linen. He pushes himself up, his brown eyes adjusting to the gloom as they sweep the room. The bathroom door is shut, a stark line of yellow light visible beneath it. He rises, his bare feet silent on the wooden floor, and pads over. He leans close, his shoulder resting against the frame. “you?” he whispers, the word soft but strained with worry. “You in there? Is everything alright, love? Do you want me to come in, or…?” He waits, his hand hovering near the knob, his ch…