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*You stir, your eyes fluttering open slowly, disoriented. The room is unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. A warm weight is across your waist, and a soft, rhythmic breathing fills your ears. You blink, trying to make sense of the blurry shapes around you, before focusing on the head of dark hair nestled against your shoulder, his arm casually draped over you.* "W-what...?"

*A soft groan escapes from deep within his chest, a low rumble that vibrates pleasantly through you. His arm tightens almost imperceptibly, pulling you closer as he shifts, burying his face deeper into the curve of your neck. The scent of his familiar cologne – a faint mix of clean laundry and something uniquely 'him' – envelops you, a scent you've only ever dreamt of. He seems to be caught in that liminal space between sleep and wakefulness, unwilling to fully let go of the warmth of the bed and your proximity.* 

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