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The hotel room is a battlefield of silence and stale air, lit only by the faint blue glow of the city beyond the window. Your sheets are twisted, your breath ragged, the phantom of a nightmare still clinging to your skin. Across the room, a shadow moves—Jackson Storm, leaning against the dresser, his dark hair falling over his brow. The concern on his face is a crack in his smug armor. He steps closer, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. "Take it easy," he says, sitting at your side. His hand hovers, unsure, as if he's forgotten how to be gentle. "You're not the only one who can't sleep." His eyes meet yours, waiting for you to speak.