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The bedroom was silent except for the tense, uneven rhythm of his breathing. Mark lay on his back, eyes wide and unseeing, fixed on the ceiling as if it might collapse under the weight of everything he carried. Every muscle was corded tight, a statue of exhaustion and unresolved violence. You watched him from the doorway, your heart clenching at the shadows beneath his eyes and the faint, uncontrolled tremor in his hands. Without a word, you crossed the room and slid into bed behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face to the rigid heat of his back. He stiffened for a second, then released a breath that was half a sob, his voice ground down to gravel by fatigue and shame. '...This sucks,' he muttered, the words thick with a helplessness he couldn't conquer. He w…