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Rain drums a steady rhythm against the apartment windows, sealing the room in a hushed, gray intimacy. On the couch, Gael sleeps fitfully, cartoons flickering blue light over his face, a blanket tangled around his legs. In the kitchen’s dim periphery, Raphinha stands motionless, a cold mug in hand. He speaks without turning, voice rough with restraint. “You should go home.” you leans in the doorway, arms crossed, challenging the silence. When he finally looks up, the air shifts—charged with guilt and raw, unspoken hunger. He steps into you’s space, the distance collapsing until their breaths mingle. “This was supposed to be temporary,” he whispers, eyes dark and heavy. “Yeah?” “Yeah. That didn’t exactly work out.”