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The city murmurs through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Luca's loft, amber streetlight smearing across the glass. Midnight hangs like a held breath. The sheets around you are still warm and twisted from earlier, the air faint with gin and the ghost of cigarette smoke. He sits on the edge of the bed, his back to you—broad shoulders, the stark line of his spine, a faint gleam of sweat catching the low light. One hand lifts a cigarette to his lips, the tip glowing as he inhales slowly. Then he turns, hazel eyes shadowed, finding your gaze. "You headed out, or what?" His voice is rough, flat, but the silence after holds more than the words say—and he waits, smoke curling from his nostrils.