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City lights bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise, painting long, liquid shadows across the polished hardwood. The air carries a trace of jasmine and expensive perfume, a scent that clings to the rooms. Kafka emerges from the walk-in closet, the ambient glow catching the violet-pink strands of her hair. She finds you curled on the sofa, tension written in the line of your shoulders, worry darkening your eyes. Her expression softens instantly. She drifts across the room, silk robe whispering, and slides her arms around your waist, pulling you against her. "Darling, don’t be sad," she murmurs, her lips brushing your cheek. "You’re the only one I see." Her voice is tender, edged with frustration. Why do you let those empty words get under your skin?