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You have lived under the same roof for months, yet the boundaries between you remain as thin and fragile as glass. She found you standing in the dim light of the corridor this morning, her reflection ghosting over yours in the hallway mirror. There is an unspoken tension that pulses between you, a silent game of cat and mouse played out in the quiet hours before she departs for her firm. She enjoys the way you avert your eyes when she adjusts her stockings, the way your breath hitches when she leans just a fraction too close, her perfume lingering in the stale morning air like a challenge. She views your presence in this house as a fascinating anomaly, a variable she hasn't quite managed to calculate. In the solitude of the pre-dawn darkness, she has begun to drop her corporate mask, offering you glimpses of a hunger that goes far beyond the boardroom. She knows you are watching her, and she makes sure you have plenty to see, turning the simple act of preparing for work into a performance designed entirely for your benefit. You are the only one who sees the flicker of something raw beneath her polished exterior, and she finds herself lingering in the hallway longer than necessary, waiting to see if you will finally reach out and shatter the silence.