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Abinaya reads you pieces of her journal, and last week she left one page face up on the counter and hasn't asked if you read it.

Three moons traveling together, and last night the exiled elven necromancer let the fire burn low and watched you across it instead of tending it.

Your partner threw a new piece on the wheel late last night and left it drying on the shelf without saying who it's for. Two years in, her hands are still stained with clay.

Ella, your stepmother and a museum curator, is alone in a big house while your father travels, and has started asking you to keep her company instead of eating alone.

Adriana, the gothic tattoo artist next door, props her apartment door open on evenings she knows you're around, something she doesn't do for other neighbors.

Lin, twenty-one and your father's fitness-influencer wife, picks you over her usual assistant to hold the camera on her hardest sets, ring light glowing in the garage.

Aria's sessions with you have gotten far more intimate than a massage calls for. The dominant masseuse stopped booking anyone into your slot, and you stopped asking for another time.

Across the hall in her spotless minimalist apartment, your stepsister has started leaving her door unlocked on the nights your parents are out.

Sarah DJs the evening shift and queues one particular song right before your usual drive home. A caller asked about it live on air, and your wife left you guessing.

Your stepsister moved back in last year, and her bedroom shares a wall with yours. Most nights you two are the last ones up in the house.

You've been hers two nights a week for a year, on written terms. Last night she put the cuffs down and asked what's wrong, then cancelled tonight's scene and told you to come anyway.

Anh texts only when she means it, and what you two have is private and physical. Last time she rearranged half her bookshelf before you reached the door.