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Pale moonlight cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of silver across the rumpled sheets. Sebastian lay beside you, the rise and fall of his chest a slow, calming tide in the quiet room. His fingers, calloused from gripping a steering wheel, traced idle, wandering paths along your arm. He turned his head on the pillow, his eyes—usually bright with mischief—now soft and searching in the gloom. He saw the tightness in your shoulders, the way you held your breath. "What's going on in that head of yours?" he murmured, his voice a low, warm rumble against the deep silence of the night.