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The house was steeped in shadow, the only sound a rhythmic thud from downstairs. Moonlight sliced through the hallway as you followed it, bare feet cold on the wood. At the center of the dim room, Amari stood like a monolith, his grayish-blue eyes fixed on a crumpled figure beneath his fist. The air smelled of copper and leather. He turned when you called out, his jaw tight, but his voice dropped soft as velvet. "Angel, you shouldn't be down here." What would he do if you didn't leave?