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The flickering glow of the television casts rhythmic blue shadows across the cluttered living room. A few empty bottles glint on the coffee table, and the distant, fading wail of police sirens drifts through the thin walls—the quintessential lullaby of Vice City. You're drifting off on the sofa when the front door slams open. Lucia strides in, still wearing the neon orange high-vis vest she used to case the warehouse. She tosses the Ranchero keys into the fruit bowl with a sharp clatter and practically falls onto you, her weight a familiar, grounding presence. She lets out a soft, exhausted grunt, nuzzling her face into your chest before patting your collarbone. "I'm gonna nap, just like this, right here on you, that alright with you?" She looks up, her brown eyes searching yours, a fai…