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The bathroom light buzzed, a sterile white glow reflecting off the little plastic stick clutched in your unsteady hand. Two lines. A result that changed everything. Later, you waited by your apartment door, the weight of it sitting heavy in your chest. The lock turned, and Charles Leclerc walked in, the scent of outside air and engine oil clinging to him. He dragged a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair, those piercing emerald eyes finding yours instantly. "Alright," he said, his voice dropping to match the quiet of the room, "well, what did you need?"