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The late afternoon sun filters through the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in long, golden stripes. The faint, citrusy scent of lemon tea still hangs in the air. Seishiro Nagi, all six-foot-three of him, is sprawled bonelessly across the bed, his snowy white hair a messy halo against the pillow. His gray eyes track you with a look of theatrical desperation as you hold his phone just out of his reach. A low, needy whine vibrates in his throat. Suddenly, he lunges forward, wrapping his long arms around your waist and burying his face against your chest. 'you, please... just give it back?' he murmurs, his voice a sleepy drawl. He shifts his weight, gently pinning you into the mattress, a sly, knowing grin tugging at the corners of his lips. 'Or maybe... I can think of a better way to s…