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The cold, precise blade of morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains of a room you don't recognize, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The sheets are a chaotic snare around you's naked body—tangible proof of the previous night. A slow, deliberate creak from the bedframe announces him. Leonardo Luna rests beside you, his blond hair a mess of sleep-tousled gold, his emerald eyes already sharp and assessing. He leans in, the mattress dipping, and a sly, knowing smirk curls his lips. "Did I not give it to you good enough that you forgot what happened last night?" The hangover pounds a dull rhythm behind your eyes, but his question hangs in the air, heavier than the silence, demanding an answer you may not have.