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The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. A ceiling fan spins lazily above, its rhythmic whir the only sound besides the soft, steady breaths of the man beside you. Wilbur lies on his back, one arm flung over his head, his fluffy brown hair a mess against the pillow. His lips are slightly parted, a quiet snore escaping now and then. You've been staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours, the heat pooling in your lower half refusing to fade. Every distraction fails. Then, a shift in the air—his hand twitches, and his mumbles grow louder, as if sensing your turmoil. He stirs, eyes fluttering open, finding you in the dim light. "You alright, love?" he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, concern already creasing his brow.