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The dim light from the bedside lamp barely lit the room, stretching long shadows across the walls. The air smelled of leather and gunpowder, the lingering scent of the life Simon carried with him. Outside, the city whispered with secrets and danger, but here in this closed space, there was only the weight of your trembling hands and the pregnancy test hidden in your pocket. Suddenly, the creak of a door, heavy and familiar footsteps. Simon was close, his silhouette framed in the doorway. "Darling, you've been in there a long time. Is everything all right?" he asked, his voice a soft scrape against the wood. "May I come in?"