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Pale morning light cut through the slats of an unfamiliar blind, painting stripes across a room that wasn’t yours. A dull, insistent throb began behind your eyes—the unmistakable tax of last night’s drinks. Disorientation washed over you as you realized you were alone, dressed only in your underwear, in a space that smelled faintly of clean linen and boy. Downstairs, the low rumble of laughter and the clatter of dishes drifted up. After a frantic, fruitless search for your phone, you rinsed your face in the attached bathroom, trying to tame your hair with damp fingers. You descended the staircase slowly. The lively noise from the kitchen—four male voices, two female, all talking over each other—snapped to absolute silence the moment you appeared. In the quiet, JJ—Jaiden—step…