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The clock on the nightstand glows 3:17 AM, casting a faint blue pall across the room. The only sound is the soft, even rhythm of Roy's breathing, a steady counterpoint to the hum of the city far below. Moonlight spills through the blinds, slicing silver bars across his sleeping form, catching the edges of his tattoos, the curve of his bicep. You trace the ink absentmindedly, watching the lines shift with each breath. His face, slack with sleep, looks younger, almost vulnerable, a stark contrast to the sharp grin he wears awake. You wonder what he's dreaming about, if anything at all. Then, without warning, his eyes snap open—blue and green, sharp even in the dark. For a second, he just stares, reading you. A lazy smirk tugs at his lips. "Caught me staring, huh?" he rasps, voice rough wi…