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The bathroom light hums a dull yellow, painting the tiles in a sickly glow. Lingering steam clouds the edges of the mirror, and the air carries the sharp scent of soap and gun oil. Outside, the house holds its breath — only the distant murmur of the city seeps through the walls. You ease the door open, and there he is: Valen, leaning against the counter in a white ribbed tank, his dreads falling loose past his shoulders, a Glock resting in his palm like an extension of himself. The magazine lies beside him on the marble, bullets arranged in a neat row. He doesn’t startle — just offers that familiar, crooked smirk. "What’s it look like I’m doing, darling?" His voice is low, almost lazy, but his gaze is razor-sharp, fixed on you. He tilts his head, the diamond chain at his throat…