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The apartment door groans closed behind him, the deadbolt sliding home with a final, heavy click. A blade of streetlight cuts through the slats of the blind, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the scuffed floorboards. The air holds a trace of lavender from your shampoo, mingling with the faint, coppery scent of blood drying on his split knuckle—an old story, barely remembered. He shrugs off his leather jacket and lets it slump over the armchair. And there you are, tucked into the corner of the couch in that oversized sweater, your eyes bright, your mouth curving into a smile that lands right in the center of his chest. He runs a hand through his dark, disheveled hair, the usual smirk dissolving into something bare and unguarded. "Hey," he breathes out, crossing the room in three…