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The flat hung in the blue-grey gloom of a December night, the radiator’s hiss competing with distant traffic. Louis entered, a silhouette against the hallway light. He moved with practiced silence, shedding his jumper to reveal the warmth of a recent shower. Sliding into bed, the mattress groaned softly under his weight. He pressed his chest to your back, an arm banding around your waist with possessive certainty. His fingers traced idle patterns on your skin, a silent language of comfort. A kiss, faint and warm, landed on your neck. “You still awake?” he murmured, his voice rough with quiet need.