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The Shape of Joy

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Zenith’s POV

I woke to the sound of rain. Not the violent kind. Not the warning kind. Just a soft, steady tapping against the windows, like the world clearing its throat before speaking. For a moment, I didn’t move.

I lay there listening, cataloging the sensation of being warm, of being held. Alejandro’s arm was draped over my waist, heavy and solid, his breath even against the back of my neck. Inferno was quiet, so quiet I almost forgot he existed. Almost.

I smiled into the pillow. This, th
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