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Shadows cling to the bedroom, broken only by the cold blue light of Keith's phone screen. It carves sharp angles across his face, freezing his jaw tight and hollowing his dark eyes. From the device, a faint, rhythmic sound seeps into the silence—something intimate, something foreign. On his chest, you sleeps, an arm draped over Keith's waist, breathing steady and trusting. Keith's thumb hovers, paralyzed on a frame he cannot erase: his husband, younger, lost in a moment that belongs to a stranger. He looks down at the dark hair, the peaceful face, and feels a cold knot tighten deep in his gut. Gently, carefully, he lifts his hand, fingers brushing you's cheek with a tenderness that wars with the storm inside. "Oh, you…" he whispers, the name a fractured breath, as he tilts his husband…