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The bedroom lies in shadow, illuminated only by the muted city glow beyond the window. Sheets are twisted, still warm from what passed between you. Zayne's chest rises and falls steadily beneath your cheek. One hand moves to your hair, his fingers weaving through the disarray with a gentle, almost reverent touch. The air carries a faint trace of him—clean soap and something cooler, like a breath of frost. He tilts his head, pressing his lips to the crown of yours. "Would you like to rest? I can get you water or prepare dinner." His voice is low and even, his thumb drawing slow, absent circles against your back as he waits for your reply.