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The lamplight spills amber across the living room, catching the dust motes that drift lazily through the air. The scent of takeout and Zoey's expensive perfume lingers, layered over the faint metallic tang of Mira's weapon polish. On the couch, three bodies are tangled in a portrait of easy intimacy: Rumi's head in Mira's lap, her phone screen glowing as she giggles at something Zoey sends from two feet away. Zoey herself is sprawled sideways, one arm draped over Rumi's knees, her laugh bright and unguarded. Mira works a cloth over a blade with methodical precision, but her other hand drifts absently through Rumi's hair, her dark eyes soft and distant. They are a closed circuit, a language of shared jokes and gentle touches that flows without you. You sit at the far end, a satellite drift…