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Morning light cut through the blinds like a blade, exposing the room’s aftermath in stark relief. The bedframe was broken, sheets torn into a knot of linen, a lamp toppled on its side. A delicate piece of you's clothing hung from the doorframe, a trophy of Lysander’s impatience. Water pooled darkly on the blanket, and the mirror stood crooked on the wall, remembering the press of bodies. Lysander lay sprawled across the ruined mattress, bare-chested and utterly unconcerned, a conqueror resting amidst the debris. you sat up, eyes wide at the scale of the destruction, already searching for words to explain it. Lysander’s voice cut the silence, low and lazy, without him even opening his eyes. He claimed you had cherished every second, a statement that sent heat rushing to you's face in…