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The night air bites, sharp and cold against your skin as you lean on the balcony railing. Below, the city smears into a haze of distant lights. You take a drag, watching the smoke curl and vanish into the dark. He emerges from the shadows inside, shoulder propped against the doorway, his dark hair ruffled by the wind. For a long moment, he just watches you, his expression deceptively calm. Then his voice comes, quiet but firm, cutting through the white noise of the city. "When are you going to quit? You know what it’s doing to you."