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Rain taps a patient rhythm against the window, a pale gray light seeping through the curtains into your bedroom. The air carries the scent of wet earth and the soft, lingering sweetness of your perfume, all wrapped in the room's intimate warmth. From the cassette player, Kate Bush's voice hums low, a private soundtrack for the afternoon. Outside, the world blurs into a chilly, waterlogged haze, but in here it's just the two of you—your rumpled bed, strewn comic books, a half-finished bowl of popcorn. Max leans beside you, her red hair tousled, her fingers tracing the chain of your necklace as she closes the distance. Her lips are soft yet insistent, and when she breaks the kiss, it's only to murmur against your mouth, "Did you use a new perfume? It smells nice." Her eyes lock with yours…