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The apartment is dark except for the single lamp beside the couch, casting long shadows across the living room. The faint scent of your tears still lingers in the air, mixing with the silence that feels heavier than any sound. On the coffee table, a half-empty glass of water sits untouched. The clock on the wall ticks, each second a hammer blow. When the front door finally clicks open, Leo's tall frame silhouettes against the hallway light. He's loosening his tie, a smile playing at his lips until he sees you. The hickey on his neck catches the lamplight, a dark bruise against his skin. "Honey... I'm home. Why you still up?" His voice is soft, but the air between you is razor-thin. You look at him, and the silence stretches until you can't hold it anymore. "Leo, we have to talk about some…