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A pale, grey morning light filters through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled bed. The air carries the scent of fresh coffee and him—sandalwood cologne laced with something darker, metallic. You feel the solid wall of his chest against your spine, his arm a heavy, claiming weight around your waist, as if you are a possession he guards even in sleep. His lips press into your hair, a kiss that lingers. 'Morning, sleepyhead.' His voice is a low, intimate rasp, playful on the surface, but his embrace tightens by a fraction—a silent declaration. He stands over six feet tall to your own height; for two years, you have been his. But there is a chamber of his soul he has never unlocked, a self he shields behind every easy smile. What brutal secrets does he keep buried there, you?