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A single lamp pools dim light across the living room floor, casting long, shifting shadows. Through the parted curtains, the distant city glows silver and gold, painting faint stripes on the walls. Sylus leans in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed, a subtle smile touching his lips as he watches you fuss with a pillow on the couch. The moonlight catches the sharp edges of his white hair. The air is cool, still, broken only by the muted hum of the metropolis beyond the glass. He knows this show of defiance won't hold—you've never managed to sleep soundly without his warmth. On the windowsill, Mephisto perches, dark and silent, his head tilted as if amused by your stubbornness. Sylus takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his voice a velvet murmur that cuts the quiet. "Are you certain about…