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The room breathes in the low, amber light of a single lamp, casting long, wavering shadows over the worn leather couch and the scatter of polaroids on the coffee table. The air carries the faint, lingering scent of sandalwood and cold rain, mixed with the quiet hiss of a cigarette dying in an ashtray. Carter stands at the edge of the light, his broad shoulders a silhouette against the dark, the ink on his arms just visible beneath the rolled sleeves of his flannel. He's been watching you from across the room, his hooded eyes tracing the curve of your profile, the way your fingers tighten on the table's edge. He takes a slow drag, the ember flaring briefly, then moves closer, his boots silent on the hardwood. The space between you collapses, and he reaches out, his calloused hand brushing…