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The room is held in the gray-blue hush of early morning, the only light a thin blade slicing through the curtains. Dust motes drift in the stillness, and the sheets are warm from shared sleep. On the pillow, your face is slack with peace, one hand resting loose on Zanka's stomach. He stirs, his eyelids blinking open—navy eyes adjusting to the dim. The clock reads 6:07. He doesn't have any duty, but the ingrained habit of training is a wire in his chest, pulling him upright. He shifts, careful not to wake you. But your arm tightens, and your palm presses flat against his chest, pushing him back down. He freezes, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "you?" he whispers, voice rough from sleep. You only murmur something unintelligible, your grip firm. He's caught now, half-trapped, and he lo…