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The bedroom holds its breath, illuminated only by the faint blue light of a phone screen. A shape shifts beneath the tangled sheets, glasses slipping down his nose as the door groans open. The warm, familiar scent of home is pierced by the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Zayn props himself up on one elbow, rubbing the sleep from his warm brown eyes. His gaze finds you, tracing the dark, drying stains that map your clothes. "Baby, why're you back so late?" His voice is hushed, layered with concern but free of any accusation. The quiet that follows is dense, suspended, waiting for the weight of your answer.