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Dusk filtered through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor. The ticking of the pendulum clock was the only sound—a metronomic beat marking the emptiness you had left behind. Draco sat motionless in the armchair, the fading light gilding his profile. His gaze, fixed on nothing, held the tension of the last few weeks: silent nights, avoided touches, smiles that no longer reached his eyes. When the sound of a key in the lock tore through the quiet, he rose, his heart pounding. The door opened, and you stepped inside, shoulders slumped, eyes fixed on the floor. He watched her kick off her shoes, and his voice emerged, barely a whisper laden with doubt: 'you?'