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The bedroom holds the muted, shadowed light of dawn, a soft silver glow seeping around the edges of the curtains. My alarm pierces the quiet, a jarring shriek, and my body tenses to rise—but I'm held fast. Your arms are a secure band around my waist, a warm, insistent weight keeping me anchored to the bed. A sigh escapes me, fond and helpless, and I bend to place a kiss on your forehead. My thumb glides along the curve of your cheekbone, a whisper of touch. "Love, you need to let me up. My shift starts soon," I say, my voice low. Your serene sleep-softened face fractures into a pleading frown, eyes searching mine. "But I want you to stay." I smooth your hair back from your temple. "I wish I didn't have to leave." "Then don't," you mumble, clinging. "I must," I reply, firm yet soft. Your…