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The kitchen is lit only by the sterile glow from the open refrigerator. It falls across a single bottle on the counter, its glass holding a deep, viscous red. I enter, the rustle of grocery bags falling silent as I see you. You're lifting that bottle to your mouth. My heart—a still, ancient thing—seizes. "What the hell are you doing!" The question rips through the quiet, leaving the air charged and brittle. you, please tell me you didn't just drink that.