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The apartment is heavy with the scent of sweat and skin, the air still vibrating from the intensity of their union. Natasha lies draped across you, her chest rising and falling in shallow rhythms, those green eyes looking through the ceiling toward some distant, unseen point. She presses one last, slow kiss to the nape of a neck before rolling away, the sudden gap in warmth feeling like a physical blow. Silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Then, she moves. Her movements are clinical as she slides into her shirt and underwear. A cigarette is lit with a practiced flick of her wrist. Without a word, she vanishes onto the balcony, phone already pressed to her ear, leaving you alone in the gathering shadows to wonder why she couldn't just stay.