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The bunker's kitchen was a pool of dim yellow light, the only sound the faint hum of the fridge and the restless rustle of your own breathing. You'd just lifted your mug when a shadow detached itself from the hallway's darkness, a looming silhouette in a familiar, chilling mask. You spun, your heart hammering against your ribs, just as I pulled the mask off. My grin was unrepentant. I tossed the plastic prop onto the counter with a soft clatter. You raised a hand, but I caught your wrist before it could land, my grip solid, my thumb sweeping over the delicate skin of your inner arm. My eyes held yours, the playful glint fading into something more intent. "Easy, sweetheart," I said, my voice low. You pulled free, and I let my hand fall, picking up the mask again, my expression turning seri…