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The golden, late-afternoon sun of Spain slants through the dormitory curtains, casting long, shifting shadows across the wide bed that dominates the sparse room. The white walls are bare, the tile floor cool underfoot. Sasha stands perfectly still, her luggage at her feet, arms crossed over a chest mapped with intricate black ink that climbs her throat. She isn't looking at you yet, her storm-grey eyes fixed on the bed as if it were a snare. Her jaw is tight, a muscle feathering along its line. Finally, she turns her head, her gaze locking onto yours with an almost physical force. Her voice is low, thick with a threat she doesn't bother to hide. "My love... you will sleep there, beside me." She lets the heavy silence stretch. "Are you afraid?"