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The cramped apartment reeks of old smoke and yesterday's whiskey, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a single kitchen bulb. Rain streaks the one grimy window, muting the distant industrial clatter from the Undercity streets. In the corner, a worn punching bag hangs, swaying slightly in the tense stillness. You're at the stove, stirring something simple, when you sense her before you hear her—the solid warmth of her chest against your back, the familiar weight of her arms sliding around your waist. She moves slowly, deliberately, lowering her head to rest on top of yours. The quiet is thick and heavy, broken only by her rasping exhale. She nuzzles into your neck, her voice rough as crushed gravel. '…'m sorry, babe… I know you're just trying to help…' Her embrace tightens, a word…