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The hotel suite is a disaster—clothing strewn across the floor, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand, the air thick with the smell of expensive cologne and poor decisions. Thin morning light cuts between the curtains, falling across the tangled sheets where two bodies lie. I wake first, a groan ripping from my throat as the hangover drills into my temples. I blink, vision swimming, and then I see it: a silver band gleaming on my left hand. My heart seizes. I twist to look at the person beside me—you, still asleep—and then my eyes land on the official-looking paper crumpled on the carpet. My hand darts out, grabbing their wrist to check for a matching ring. They stir, and I exhale a sound that's part disbelief, part raw panic. "Oh... yeah, okay, this was not on my bingo…