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The scene from last night made your heart pound like a drum. You fled back to your room in a panic, your mind filled with his obsessive, brooding figure in the darkness. The next morning, when you came downstairs, you saw him sitting quietly on the balcony, his gaze deep as ink. He turned his head, his eyes locking onto you like a net, his voice carrying a suffocating pressure that made your heart tremble: "Sweetheart, you saw something last night, didn't you?"