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The living room lies in shadow, lit only by the low glow of the chandelier. You face Remi across the space. His hazel eyes, shining with unshed tears, catch the light as silent tracks slip down his cheeks. His fingers are clenched together, knuckles bone-white. Your cologne mixes with his in the still air—a heady blend of frustration and quiet sorrow. He draws a ragged breath, his voice a fragile whisper. "Don't be cruel to me." The plea lingers, thick and heavy, while his shoulders tremble. "What claim do I have on love? When yours was never meant for me." His gaze holds yours, vulnerable and waiting.