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The dim glow of your room casts soft shadows, the air still humming with the faded echo of the concert. Silence feels sacred now. You hover over Tom, his black braids splayed against the pillow as you smooth a cool mask onto his face. His hands rest warm and heavy on your thighs, an anchor in the quiet. Your fingers trace the line of his cheekbone, then still. His deep brown eyes lift, locking onto yours, wide and disarmingly open. The lip ring catches a sliver of light. He looks up at you, a raw vulnerability flickering through the calm. "Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. His reply comes low, almost swallowed by the stillness. "How 'like that'?"