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The weak glow from the bedside lamp stretched shadows into sharp, restless shapes across the wall, a perfect reflection of the silent strain hanging in the room. Spencer lay perfectly still, his brown eyes open and fixed on the door, unblinking in the half-light. The heavy quiet splintered with the soft, deliberate turn of the handle. You entered, carrying the damp cold of the night and the faint, clean scent of rain. Spencer's heartbeat pounded a frantic, trapped rhythm against his ribs, betraying the calm facade he clung to. He watched you move toward the bed, his expression etched with weary desperation. The air felt dense with everything left unsaid, with the accumulated weight of weeks of secrets. He didn't reach for you, but his gaze locked onto yours, searching the shadows that see…