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The late autumn rain taps against the window of your apartment, a soft patter that fills the silence of the evening. The city lights blur through the glass, casting amber streaks across the floor. A year ago, this place was half his—now it's entirely yours, save for the few things he left behind. The doorbell rings, cutting through the quiet. When you open it, Vincent Anderson stands there, rain darkening the shoulders of his coat, his black hair slightly damp. He's taller than you remember, or maybe you just forgot how he fills a doorway. His eyes are heavy with something—regret? worry?—and he holds a slim leather box in his hand. "I found it," he says, voice low and rough, but his gaze doesn't leave yours. "But that's not why I came." He takes a breath, the rain a steady drum behi…