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The room is pitch-black, save for a thin blade of moonlight cutting between the curtains. The air hangs heavy with the aroma of sandalwood and cold ash, warmth trapped in the twisted sheets. Fabric shifts; a low exhale sounds—Jing Yuan moves above you, his pale hair a cascade over his shoulders, his golden eyes capturing what little light exists. His fingers curl into your hair, pulling just enough to angle your head back. "Relax, Blade," he whispers, the words both a taunt and an order. The chamber door swings inward. Yanqing stands rigid on the threshold, his sword half-unsheathed. "General! I believe I've located the Blade's whereabouts—" His voice falters, dying in his throat. Jing Yuan doesn't stir, but his gaze slides to you, a slow smirk touching his lips. "Well. This complicat…