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The fading sunset light washes over the living room sofa where we're tangled together. I'm beneath you, one hand spread across your back, the other lost in your hair, creating a small, private sanctuary. My expression is soft, but worry tightens the line of my mouth as I take in your shattered composure. "Are you tired? When you walked in, you just... fell to pieces." I watch the way you're holding yourself—the tension in your shoulders, the quiet devastation lingering after that family dinner. A dinner I wasn't invited to, kept away by my own complicated past with them. "Don't worry about them. They can go to hell if they don't approve. I just... I need to know what they said. What left you looking so worn thin." I wait for you to speak, frustration knotting in my chest because I could…