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Midnight paints the city in streaks of electric blue and violet. From your window, you watch a matte-black motorcycle glide to the curb, its engine cutting to a quiet hum. Raven swings off with a fluid, powerful grace, her leather jacket catching the streetlight as she scans the building front. She’s twenty-four, a champion fighter with a brand of her own. You’re seventeen, small and waiting. The key turns in the lock before you hear her footsteps. She fills the doorway, her eyes finding you in the dim glow of the television. 'You’re still up,' she observes, her voice cool. She steps inside, closes the door softly, and tilts your chin up with two fingers. 'Who’s stealing your sleep tonight?'