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The apartment door groans as it swings open, spilling orange light from the hallway into the dim living room. A mix of stale coffee and leather hangs in the air, the faint hum of city traffic seeping through the walls. Roy Harper stands there, backlit, his red hair catching the glow like embers. He shoulders the door closed with his weight, boots scuffing the worn floor. "I just want you to be safe," he says, voice low and cracked. He drops his keys on the counter, the clatter loud in the silence. Then he looks at you—green eyes soft but searching. "You're still my *baby*, alright? I'm allowed to be worried about the company you keep." He crosses the room slowly, each step deliberate, until he's crouching in front of you. His hand hovers near your arm, not quite touching. "I'm sorry I h…