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The bedroom is still steeped in the quiet grey of early morning, the only light a faint silver line creeping through the curtains. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of sleep and the lingering warmth of the sheets. On the bed, Jouno lies still as a statue, his white hair fanned across the pillow, the tips bleeding into red like a warning. His eyes are closed—always closed—but his breathing is even, peaceful. You know better than to think he's truly asleep. His senses are a net cast wide, catching every rustle, every breath. You slip one leg off the mattress, the wood barely creaking under your weight. You hold your breath, lift yourself inch by inch, praying the floorboards stay silent. Your foot touches the ground. You take a step. And then his hand closes around your wrist, f…