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Pale morning light seeped through the slats of the blinds, cutting the dusty air into sharp stripes. Draken lay motionless on the mattress, every muscle in his frame coiled tight beneath the thin sheets. A persistent, dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, a stubborn souvenir from the chaos of the previous night. He lifted a hand, fingers finding the raised ink of the dragon on his temple, pressing there as if to anchor himself. His gaze wandered to the cluttered nightstand, then snapped back, freezing solid. The sheets beside him were rumpled, occupied by a sleeping form. Draken's breath lodged in his throat, his jaw clamping down hard as the realization crashed over him, heavy and inescapable.