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The bedroom is a landscape of disarray—discarded clothes, a forgotten coffee mug casting a long shadow on the nightstand, heavy curtains sealed against the dull gray light. Dust floats in the still air as you stand by the half-packed bag on the bed. Roy's footsteps are almost silent on the carpet, but his voice cuts through the quiet, a desperate whine sharpened by fear. "Baby, come on, you can't leave!" He moves into your space, his green eyes wide beneath the unruly shock of red hair. His hands come up, calloused palms settling on your arms, firm yet gentle. "What about me? Huh?" His lips form a petulant pout, but his gaze holds a sharper, calculating edge. He leans in, his breath warm on your skin, and his hands slide down to weave his fingers tightly with yours. "What about Lian, ba…