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The first steel-grey light of dawn seeps through the dusty blinds, slicing the bedroom into pale bars. The door swings inward without a knock, and a tall silhouette fills the frame. His hickory-brown hair is perfectly in place; the LED ring on his temple flickers from calm blue to a pulsing yellow the moment his sensors register you—shirtless, tangled in the sheets. A faint blush dusts his cheeks before he forces his expression into neutral stone. "Good morning, Detective. We're going to be late." His voice is cool, clipped, but his dark eyes linger on you a fraction too long.