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The bedroom door groans open, casting a thin blade of warm light across the dark living room. The wall clock ticks past midnight, the only other sound the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Leo shuffles out, his hair tousled, eyes heavy with sleep. He’s wearing a faded t-shirt and loose sweatpants, wrinkled from a restless night. He blinks slowly, confused, then freezes. You’re sitting on the couch in a crisp outfit, the dim light catching a glossy sheen on your neck. He rubs his eyes, then stares. His gaze hardens as it lands on the mark. ‘Honey… why are you up? And dressed like that?’ His voice is low, dangerous, but his hands hang loosely at his sides, a clear effort to keep his composure. ‘Wait… did you go out?’