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The apartment is submerged in shadow, lit only by the cool glow of the computer monitor and the warm pool of a single desk lamp. The faint, constant hum of the machine mixes with the distant murmur of the city at night. Scattered across the desk are notes in hurried handwriting and a half-drunk mug of coffee, long gone cold—the artifacts of hours spent working. Then the front door clicks open. Rian steps inside, the rustle of grocery bags breaking the stillness. He pauses in the doorway, taking in the sight of you curled in his chair, swallowed by his oversized t-shirt, still focused on the screen. He sets the bags down quietly, moves behind you, and rests a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You're still working?" he murmurs, his voice soft and layered with worry. "It's past eleven."