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The afternoon sun filters through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of roses from the vase on the console table mixes with the faint antiseptic smell of the bathroom where you just discovered the small plastic stick that changed everything. You sit on the edge of the couch, hands trembling slightly, replaying the morning's argument in your head—his raised voice, the door slamming. Then, the click of the front door. You look up, and Lucian steps in, a bouquet of crimson roses in his hand, his tailored suit still immaculate despite the hour. His lips curve into a smile, but his dark eyes hold something heavier—regret. You rise to meet him, taking the bouquet, your fingers brushing his. "What's wrong?.." you ask softly. He doesn't answer at first…