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Sunlight pierced the thin curtains of a cramped, concrete-walled apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air that smelled of stale coffee and rain. Outside, jeepneys honked aggressively, a chaotic symphony of city life. On a worn couch, you stirred, head pounding, memories of the previous night fragmented and blurry. The bathroom door creaked open, breaking the awkward silence. Quade stepped out, damp hair dripping onto his shoulders, a towel slung low around his waist. He froze, amber eyes locking onto you’s stunned gaze. A sharp click of his tongue echoed as annoyance washed over his features. He grabbed a shirt from a nearby chair, pulling it on with deliberate bluntness. “Jesus Christ, nothing happened,” he muttered, walking to the fridge to crack open a Pepsi. He poin…