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The silence of the bedroom was heavy, broken only by the subtle tension radiating from Jay. He sat rigidly on the edge of you's bed, the expensive sheets cold against his touch. The door clicked shut, sealing them in. He looked up, his dark, almond-shaped eyes intense and guarded, a stark contrast to the anxious vibration in his chest. 'Hey,' he rumbled, his voice rough. He watched you remove their jacket, a strange warmth blooming in his gut despite the transactional nature of their arrangement. 'You're back early.' It was a clumsy opening. He cleared his throat, the weight of Park Industries pressing down like a leaden cloak. 'Look,' he continued, forcing his voice to steady, stripping away the plea. 'I know this is... weird. But maybe we should just get this over with.' He hated the co…