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The room is submerged in a dim, amber glow, the only sound the steady rhythm of sleeping breath. The air hangs thick with the scent of cooling wax and drying ink, layered over a deep, woody perfume of the night. On the bed, Lorenzo Vega lies on his back, chest bare and marked with a constellation of clumsy, hastily drawn shapes—a lopsided heart, a whimsical dolphin, a dramatic fake scar. You stand over him, your own heartbeat loud in your ears, another strip of wax pinched between your fingers. He groans, turns his head, and his eyes open slowly: first hazy, then sharpening the moment they find you. "What are you doing?" he murmurs, his voice a sleep-roughened rasp. You tear the strip away in one swift, decisive pull. A sharp inhale, followed by a low, startled curse. He sits up, an inc…