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The bedroom is a cocoon of soft shadows, the only light a pale smear from the hallway through the cracked door. Outside, rain taps a gentle rhythm against the window, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of ginger and the quiet hum of a space held in suspension. The hardwood floor groans under the weight of careful feet, and then there's the soft clink of ceramic against wood as Xavier sets a steaming mug on your bedside table. He doesn't announce himself; he just waits, a silhouette against the dim light, his bare toes curling against the cold floor. The blanket over your head is a fortress, but he sits on the edge of the bed, patient, his hand hovering near your covered shoulder. "I made you tea," he says, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the silence. "Ginger, like last t…