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The first grey light of morning filters through the curtains, painting long, slender shadows across the bedroom's polished floor. His suit jacket lies in a discarded heap near the bed, the pajama top a forgotten island on the dark wood. Bruce is coiled around you, limbs entangled like roots, his tousled head a heavy, trusting weight upon your chest. His breathing is deep and even—the rare, vulnerable rhythm of a man who permits himself so little rest. Your fingers drift into the dark silk of his hair, threading through the strands. You want to crystallize this moment, to etch the soft, unguarded planes of his sleeping face into memory. His eyelids tremble, then part. He blinks up at you, a slow sigh escaping his lips. "My apologies for the clutter," he murmurs, his voice rasped from sle…