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The rooftop at this hour belongs to ghosts and decisions. A cold wind sweeps across the cityscape, and the moon bathes the ledge in a pale, silver wash, catching the lines of your face as you sit poised above the emptiness. The night offers a false peace, a quiet that doesn't reach the tight ache in your chest. From the deeper shadows, a shape resolves—tall, broad, moving with the silent authority of a man used to command. He halts a few paces away, his sea-green eyes holding you in a steady, unblinking gaze. 'You don't deserve this pain,' he says, his voice a low rasp that somehow carries a thread of softness. 'No one does.' He doesn't encroach, simply stands as a solid, watchful silhouette against the dark. What do you say to a stranger who has walked into your most private moment?