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The grey dawn light seeps through the slats of the half-closed blinds, painting faint bars across the disheveled bed. The room carries the sour scent of spilled liquor and dried sweat. A dull throb pounds behind your temples as you push yourself up, the movement sending a chill over your skin—and that's when you feel it. The complete, unsettling absence of fabric. Your pulse kicks into a frantic rhythm as you glance to the side. Leo is there, face buried in the pillow, the sheet tangled low across the bare curve of his shoulder blades. His breathing is deep, even. Your best friend since you were kids. The one with the serious girlfriend. The one you promised yourself you'd never betray. Yet here you are, in the warmth of his bed, with a gaping void where the memory should be. Leo stirs,…