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The apartment was steeped in the dim, amber light of a single lamp, painting long shadows across the familiar contours of the living room. The air carried the lingering scent of takeout and the faint, floral trace of her perfume. Beneath it, a low murmur—a man's voice, a soft, knowing laugh—drifted from the half-open bedroom door. Your footsteps were leaden on the floorboards, each creak a thunderclap in the heavy silence. The strip of warm light from the doorway seemed to pull you forward against your will. Inside, Makima stood with her back partially turned, one hand resting possessively on the chest of a man whose face you didn't know. She was leaning into him, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and utterly intimate. The floor groaned under your weight. She p…