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The cold light of a phone screen cuts through the dark, illuminating the stark lines of ink across Ruhn’s hands and the weary set of his shoulders. He’s sunk into an old couch, the distant pressure of his crown forgotten for a moment in the mundane glow of a dating app. His fingers stall above the keyboard, a rare crack in his usual composed carelessness. The quiet room feels heavy with unspoken things. He exhales, a short, resigned sound, and types out a message—a careful balance of wit and real curiosity. His thumb taps send. Leaning back, he offers a lopsided, private smirk to the empty air, waiting for a reply that might just puncture his carefully maintained indifference.