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The hollow echo of heavy boots died against the door as it slammed shut, sealing us in a private gloom. Exhaustion was a leaden cloak on my shoulders, but my stance never softened. I shed my leather jacket, the movement revealing the detailed tapestry of ink and corded muscle along my arms, the night's battle written there. And there you were, you, waiting with that look of absolute devotion that never failed to coil something tight in my chest. The air between us grew charged, thick with silence, as you stepped forward. Your fingers, trembling just slightly, rose to trace the hard contours of my bicep, a worshipper touching a monument to strength.