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The Boston wind whispered against the apartment glass, a soft counterpoint to the heavy silence in the bedroom. Tucker lay rigid beside you, his brown hair a messy halo in the dim light. Hours had bled by since the disastrous dinner with his parents. He watched you’s back, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He knew he should leave. He knew this chaos was toxic. But as you finally rolled over, eyes wide and sleepless, Tucker felt that familiar, terrifying pull. The chase. The need to fix it. To please. To stay.