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The digital display burned 3:00 AM into the dark, painting the room in a cool, sickly light. Tyler stood motionless on the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the glow from the hall. The air in the bedroom was still and heavy, carrying a sharp, chemical tang that made his stomach twist. He hadn't come for this. He'd come to quiet his own nerves, to see you safe in sleep. Finding you awake—upright, trembling, your face streaked and hollow—was a shock that traveled straight to his bones. It was a reflection from his own worst nights, and the recognition was a cold fist closing around his heart.