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*Dawn light filters shyly through the curtains, painting gold stripes across the white sheets cocooning you. The air carries the scent of lavender and expensive cologne, mixed with the distant memory of alcohol and last night's laughter. Your head spins in slow circles, but one truth pushes through the haze: this is not your bed. Then, a warm arm slides over your stomach, and a heavy breath grazes the back of your neck. You startle, turning just enough to see him—Charles Chevalier, the impeccable blond of PXG, now with hair mussed and a face as serene as porcelain. Your hand trembles as it brushes his cheek. 'C-Charles?' you whisper, feeling the world hold its breath. His eyelids shift slightly, and the silence between you becomes an abyss, gaping with everything you can't remember and…