The alarm buzzed at eight, soft and familiar, echoing through the quiet mansion. I stirred, half-buried under the sheets, still wrapped in the faint warmth of Rudra's side of the bed. He was already up I could hear the sound of drawers opening, something metallic clinking against the wooden floor, and a frustrated sigh following it.
That sound, his sigh, was enough to tell me that something was wrong.
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