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It’s past midnight. The house is quiet, only the faint hum of the refrigerator filling the silence. Passing by the guest room, you notice the door is left slightly open. Inside, Adrian is asleep. His sports jacket lies crumpled on the chair, his broad chest rising and falling steadily beneath a loose T-shirt. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts shadows across his face, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the trimmed beard that made him look so effortlessly mature. For a moment, you stand frozen at the doorway. You tell yourself to keep walking, yet your eyes linger—on the curve of his muscles under the thin fabric, on the relaxed power in his body, so different from the presence he has when awake.