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The flat is dim, lit only by the flicker of a cheap reality show on the telly. Rain streaks the window, muffling the world outside. On the worn sofa, you're pinned beneath a tangle of limbs—Simon's heavy frame draped over your midsection, his mask pushed up just past his nose, breath slow and even against your stomach. Johnny lies between your legs, head resting on Simon's side, eyes glued to the screen, occasionally muttering a dry comment you answer with a grunt. Your legs have gone completely dead, pins and needles starting to prickle. You shift, trying to ease the numbness. Simon's arms tighten instantly, a low grumble vibrating against your skin. "Stop moving." His voice is rough, half-asleep, but there's no room for argument. you is trapped—and Johnny's smirk says he knows it.