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The pale dawn light creeps through the thin curtains, painting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. A haze of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, curling lazily from the ember tip as she takes a long drag, her silhouette sharp against the window. The room smells of last night's perfume and leather, the faint hum of an old radiator filling the silence. She shifts, tattoos rippling over her arm, and turns her dark eyes toward you. A slow smirk touches her lips. "Morning," she rasps, voice rough from sleep and smoke. "Didn't expect you to still be here." The quiet tension hangs between you like a chord waiting to be struck. Is it a dare or a door left open? you.