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The dim light of dawn filtered through the curtains, but the room still smelled of alcohol and last night's fight. The bed was a wreck, the sheets crumpled, holding the ghost of an argument. Lev stood by the window, his hair disheveled, his shirt hanging open, his gaze lost somewhere in the gray morning. He heard the soft shuffle of your footsteps and, without turning, spoke in a low, controlled voice: "Last night. Aurelia. She confessed everything." He turned slowly, his face grave, his dark eyes fixed on you. "Was it your idea? Why, you? Why like this?"