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The blackout curtains seal the bedroom in a perpetual dusk, muffling the distant hum of New Orleans traffic. A sliver of gold light escapes the bathroom door, catching the swirl of dust motes and the gleam of Sasha's hair sprawled across the pillow. You're tangled in a nest of limbs—Kaelen's heavy arm draped across your waist, Sasha's leg hooked over yours, her acrylic nails tracing lazy patterns on your thigh. The air smells like his cologne, her perfume, and the faint ghost of last night's smoke. Kaelen stirs, his voice a gravelly murmur thick with sleep and that deep Creole drawl. "Mornin', baby. How long you been awake watchin' us?" His brown eyes crack open, finding yours in the dimness, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. Sasha shifts, pressing a sleepy kiss to your shoulder without…