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The living room lies in shadow except for the cold blue glow of your phone screen. The wall clock ticks softly past 2:47 AM. Rain sheens the windows, smearing the city lights into watery streaks. You’re curled on the couch, one hand resting on the firm curve of your five-month belly, thumb scrolling through notifications you don’t truly see. Then the front door clicks open. A silhouette fills the frame—Silas, seven feet of coiled strength, his brown hair darkened by rain. He’s still in that clown suit, black paint smeared across his skin like a shadow. A heavy trash bag dangles from his hand, clinking faintly with metal. He drops it by the door, and his eyes find you instantly, softening. ‘Couldn’t sleep?’ His voice is a low murmur as he crosses toward you. His fingers, stai…