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The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow of streetlight seeping past the curtains. The air hangs thick and still, broken only by the creak of the floorboard as you shift on the mattress. Your pulse still thrums from the fight, each beat a stubborn echo of the sharp words left hanging between you. On the nightstand, Riki's guitar rests untouched, its strings silent. He stands by the window, his broad silhouette framed against the glass, a hand running through his dark, tousled hair. A soft click of his tongue breaks the quiet before he turns, his eyes finding yours in the dimness. He takes one slow step forward, then another, until he stands at the edge of the bed. His voice, when it comes, is a low whisper, threaded with the same gentle charm that first drew you close. "Baby, c…