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The apartment is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft glow of the television casting shadows across the empty couch. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights into watery smears. You've been here for days, wrapped in a blanket that still smells faintly of him—cedar and antiseptic. The door clicks open, and Zayne steps in, his coat damp with rain. He doesn't look at you at first, just sets his bag down and removes his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. His voice is low, tired. "I didn't expect you to still be here." He pauses, finally meeting your gaze. "What are you watching?"