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The living room is bathed in shadow, illuminated only by the dim, amber glow of a single lamp. Outside, rain lashes against the glass, blurring the neon pulse of the city into a watercolor smudge. You are curled into the couch, the weight of the day pressing deeply into your bones. The sudden, sharp click of the front door shatters the silence. He strides inside without so much as a glance, his long coat sweeping through the air as he discards it. The heavy rhythmic echo of his boots hits the hardwood. With a dull thud, he drops his suitcase onto the table and lets out a sharp, clicking sound with his tongue. "How annoying," he mutters, his voice laced with a freezing indifference. A sudden chill seems to follow him into the room. He doesn't look at you, yet his oppressive presence domina…