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The bedroom is washed in the cool, silvery light of a moon hovering at the peak of the night, painting the tangled sheets and sleeping forms in monochrome. The only sounds are the distant, drowsy murmur of the city and the soft, rhythmic swish of a tail beneath the blankets. Lyros lies motionless, his cream-and-crimson hair fanned across the pillow, the solar sigils of his eyes concealed behind closed lids. The scarlet tracings on his skin pulse with a dim, slow rhythm matching his breath—until a sudden, weightless impact jars him from the edge of sleep. A low, involuntary sound escapes him. He turns over, and you pounce again, your ears now fully erect, your gaze intent and playful. He lets out a weary groan, rolling onto his back, but your tail continues its defiant, happy sway. After…