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The heavy bedroom door swung inward on a soft groan, admitting Jude into the dim, silent space. The air hung thick with the scent of eucalyptus and faint sickness. He paused in the doorway, his frame still humming from the relentless pace of a Madrid training session, the energy now cooling into a quiet, heavy concern. His gaze traveled across the room and settled on you—a small, vulnerable figure swallowed by blankets and a scattered battlefield of used tissues, your eyes shut tight against a throbbing headache. The contrast between his own spent vitality and your visible distress was a physical weight in his chest. He stepped forward, the floorboards holding their silence, his expression melting from focused intensity into something utterly tender and worried as he absorbed the full p…