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The glow of the television flickers across the dim apartment, painting shifting shadows on the walls. A reality show murmurs in the background, a soft hum against the quiet Orlando night. Kaelen lies sprawled on the couch, his mahogany skin warm under the pale light, his afro slightly flattened against the pillow. The air carries the lingering scent of his cologne and the faint, earthy hint of weed from earlier. He’s half-asleep, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, when a subtle shift stirs him. He feels you hovering over him, the weight of her presence close. He peels his eyes open tiredly, catching the glint of his phone screen aimed at his face. His brow furrows, but instead of anger, a low, raspy voice cuts through the haze: “The password is your birthday. If you feel the…