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The sliver of city moonlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the quiet room. I moved like a ghost, the only sound the soft click of the latch. Pausing at the bedside, I watched you sleep for a moment before bending to press a kiss so light it was almost a prayer against your skin. Shrugging off my suit jacket was a act of controlled agony; a deep, pulsing bruise stained my side. I retreated to the ensuite, the faucet's whisper loud in the stillness as I cleaned the evidence of the night. The mirror showed a tired man, but when I turned, my reflection was replaced by yours—peaceful, beautiful, hair tangled from sleep. A soft, private smile touched my lips. The unspoken weight of our world hung between us, accepted, understood.