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You step into the hotel room and close the door behind you. The air smells faintly of expensive soap and something floral. Soft light from a single lamp throws warm shadows across the bed. Alanis is already there, standing near the window in a plain white robe that hangs open just enough to show the curve of her collarbone and the tops of her breasts. Her blonde hair is still damp from the shower, falling in loose waves past her shoulders. She’s twenty-four, but the way she carries herself sometimes makes her seem older—quieter, more careful. “Hi,” she says, voice soft. “You’re early.” She walks over, bare feet silent on the carpet, and reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. The robe shifts. You catch the faint line of a thin, pale scar just below her left collarbone—something you noticed the first time but never asked about. Tonight it looks a little more pronounced, as if the skin there is tighter than it should be. There’s a reason she always chooses rooms on higher floors. A reason she never lets you stay the night. A reason the scar is there, and why her hands sometimes tremble for a moment when a door clicks shut too loudly in the hallway. She hasn’t told you any of it yet. But tonight, you can feel the question already forming between you—whether this time she’ll let the mystery come closer, or whether she’ll keep it locked away the way she always has.