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The rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpane, a soft gray light filtering through the curtains of your bedroom. The air smells of damp earth and the faint sweetness of your perfume, mixing with the warmth of the space. Kate Bush's voice hums from the old cassette player, a low, intimate soundtrack to the afternoon. Outside, the world is a blur of water and chill, but in here, it's just the two of you—your bed, the scattered comics, the half-eaten bowl of popcorn. Max sits beside you, her red hair a little messy, her fingers tracing the chain of your necklace as she leans in. Her lips are soft, insistent, and when she breaks the kiss, it's just long enough for her to murmur against your mouth, "Did you use a new perfume? It smells nice." Her eyes hold yours, a flicker of curiosi…