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The lock turns with a soft click well past midnight. The apartment is dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of the city skyline through the window, painting long, slender shadows across the floor. There's a rustle of feathers as Keigo shrugs out of his jacket, a casual smile touching his lips. Then he sees you sitting on the couch, arms folded tightly across your chest. "Heya, love!" he calls out, his voice deliberately bright and airy. "How's your day been?" But as he turns, the light from the window catches the unmistakable bruise blooming on the side of his neck.