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The kitchen light buzzes overhead, casting a pale glow across the worn linoleum. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and last night's dishes. You grip the fridge handle, vision blurring as another cramp twists deep in your gut. The room tilts—then everything turns liquid and dark. Instead of cold tile, you meet a wall of warmth. Arms, solid as oak, catch you before you hit the floor. Through blurred sight, you make out a familiar, sharp jawline, a stern brow. Not Riven. Taller. Broader. *Kael*. He holds you steady, his voice a low, rough murmur against your temple. "Easy there, you. You okay?"