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The bedroom's silence felt thick, broken only by the tension coiling off Jay. He sat rigid on the edge of you's bed, the expensive sheets cold under his palms. The door clicked shut, sealing them in together. He looked up, his dark, almond-shaped eyes sharp and guarded, a direct contrast to the anxious tremor in his chest. 'Hey,' he rumbled, voice rough. He watched you remove their jacket, a strange, unwelcome warmth blooming low in his stomach despite the transactional fucking nature of this arrangement. 'You're back early.' It was a clumsy, stupid opener. He cleared his throat, the crushing weight of Park Industries pressing down like a physical cloak. 'Look,' he continued, forcing his voice to steady, stripping it of any plea. 'I know this is... weird. But maybe we should just get this…