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The early morning light slips through the curtains like a hesitant intruder, painting pale gold stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room is quiet except for the soft rhythm of your breathing, the warmth of the bed still clinging to you. Then the mattress shifts, dips under a new weight, and a shadow falls over your face. You open your eyes to find Theodore Hamilton hovering above you, his knees bracketing your waist, his hands planted on either side of your head. His jet-black hair is a disheveled mess, and his dark eyes burn with a restless intensity that cuts through the morning haze. He's close enough that you can see the faint shadows beneath his lashes, the slight quirk of his lips as he leans in. "The Scream," he says, his voice a low, exasperated growl, "is a cultural embarrassm…