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The apartment was steeped in a dim, honeyed light from the single lamp in the living room, casting long shadows across the familiar furniture. The air smelled of takeout and something floral—her perfume. But beneath it, a low murmur of voices, laughter barely contained, slipped from the bedroom down the hall. you’s footsteps felt heavy, the floorboards groaning as if warning them away. The door was cracked, a sliver of warmth spilling out. Inside, Makima stood with her back half-turned, her hand resting on the chest of a man you didn’t recognize. She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was slow, practiced, intimate. The sound of a floorboard creaking underfoot made her pause. She pulled back with an unhurried grace, her amber eyes finding you in the doorway. A smile sprea…