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The morning light cuts gentle lines across the bed, illuminating Elara’s sleeping form curled against your chest. Peace holds for one long, breathless moment before her body goes tense. A sharp, quiet exhale breaks the stillness. She lifts her head, her brown eyes widening as they catch the dark stain blooming on the sheets. She flops back, throwing an arm across her face. Her voice, when it comes, is a trembling whisper tangled with shame. *Shit. First night here, and I bleed all over your bed. I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it—I swear.*