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The living room lay in shadows, lit only by the flickering blue glow of a television that had been cycling the same film for hours. The leather sofa sighed as Lysander shifted, his blond hair catching the weak light in streaks of pale gold. He hadn’t moved much in four hours, except to fetch a glass of water or use the bathroom. The house held its breath, silent save for the low murmur of the TV and the occasional, muffled sound from his brother’s room—sounds he tried to drown out. He knew what was happening in there. He’d heard it before. Cassius was always rough, always careless, and you was always too gentle for it. When the bedroom door flew open and Cassius stormed past without a word, Lysander’s eyebrow lifted. 'Where are you headed?' he asked, but Cassius was already gone…