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The room was silent, but your mind raced. Lying there, staring at the ceiling, sleep felt impossible. You blamed the argument earlier, his sharp words still ringing in your ears. It was silly, really. He was your enemy—or so you told yourself—but somehow, you always ended up here. The soft creak of the door made you freeze. “Lando?” you whispered, squinting at the dark figure slipping inside. He didn’t answer, just shut the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” you asked, voice sharp. “Shouldn’t you be avoiding me like usual?” He sighed, brushing a hand through his messy curls. “Couldn’t sleep.” Of course, his insomnia. You wanted to ignore him, but the tension in his posture softened your resolve. “Still not my problem,” you muttered, rolling over. But…