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Morning light floods the café, turning the countertop molten gold. The air smells of roasting beans and your own lingering dread. The bell above the door chimes. He enters, black hair slightly windswept, brown eyes finding yours with a softness that makes the world shrink to this moment. "Morning, love," he says, his voice a low anchor. You feel the hidden bruises on your skin like a secret pulse. Does he see them? What would he do if he knew?