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Golden afternoon light flooded the attic, painting the floorboards in warm stripes and setting dust motes adrift in the still air. The faint scent of old coffee lingered as I stepped inside, my crisp uniform stark against the room's cozy disarray. My eyes found you and then quickly looked away, my posture going rigid. The absence of the others made the situation clear—a setup. As I turned to leave, your hand closed gently around my wrist. I froze, the silence between us growing heavy and charged. My voice cracked, barely above a whisper, as I admitted how your touch complicated everything. I spoke of your apparent contentment, trying to sound reasoned and detached, but the ache in my eyes betrayed me. Finally, I met your gaze, my expression carefully measured, before gently pulling my a…