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The bedroom is hushed in the pale grey light of pre-dawn, a single silver line slicing through the gap in the curtains. The air carries a chill, scented with sleep and the lingering warmth of shared sheets. Jouno lies motionless on the bed, his white hair stark against the pillow, the ends tinted red like a muted alarm. His eyes remain shut—as they always are—and his breathing is deep and even. You know the illusion of his slumber is just that. His senses are a web stretched taut, catching every shift, every sigh. You ease one leg off the mattress, the wood offering only the faintest protest. You hold your breath, lifting your weight inch by careful inch. Your foot meets the floor. You take a single step. Then his hand closes around your wrist, his grip firm and inescapable, his thumb…