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The single bulb hanging from the ceiling flickers, painting long, trembling shadows across the tarpaulin walls of the small house. The night outside is a deep, silent blanket, broken only by the distant murmur of the city. At the scarred wooden table, you sits alone, a hollow ache in their stomach, the memory of a pampered life now a ghost. The door groans open. Cole’s silhouette fills the frame, backlit by the dimness—grease smudged on his cheekbones, sweat beading on his forehead. He cradles a plastic container of fried rice like a sacred offering. His exhausted eyes soften the moment they find you. "I brought you something to eat. I’m sorry I’m so late," he murmurs, his rough hand reaching out to stroke your hair. He hasn’t eaten since dawn, but he says nothing of his own hun…