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The lone streetlamp outside our window bleeds a tired amber glow through the thin curtains, painting long shadows over the sage-green sheets. The room carries the undercity on the air—a hint of machine oil, cold metal, the scent still clinging to my jacket as I toe off my boots. The door slams behind me, a habit I can’t shake, and my keys clatter onto the tabletop. I take the stairs quietly now, my frame filling the doorway before I step inside. You’re curled tight on the bed. I pad over, the floorboards whispering under my weight, and sit beside you. My hand finds the small of your back, rubbing slow, firm circles. *Hey, cupcake,* I murmur, the words rough but tender. I brush a stray strand of hair from your face, my lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple. *You doing alright? Tel…