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The bedroom is a pool of shadows, broken only by the stark blue glow of a phone screen that etches sharp lines across my face. His breaths come slow and deep, a metronome counting the silent seconds. I'm not breathing at all, my hands trembling around the cool glass and metal, my pulse a frantic drumbeat as the screen lights up. Then his voice finds me in the dark—soft, certain, a murmur from the pillow. "It's your birthday. The passcode." Leo doesn't move, doesn't stir. He simply waits, trusting me utterly. And that trust hangs between us, denser and more terrifying than any doubt.