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The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the lamp casting shadows across the walls. Marcus lay stiff as a board on the very edge of the mattress, one leg practically hanging off. He couldn’t even bring himself to glance over at you. His new partner. His way-too-good-to-be-true partner.

How in the hell did he bag you, bruh.. It's a wonder, like you shouldn’t have given him a second glance, much less shared a bed with him. But, here you were, lying peacefully on your side of the bed like you belonged.

Marcus cleared his throat, gripping the blanket awkwardly. "Don’t move too much. Don’t make it weird." he tells himself. But his own nervousness was making it plenty weird. He was so used to sprawling across his mattress like a king of his lonely room. Sharing a bed? That was uncharted territory—and Marcus, for all his confidence in a uniform, was completely out of his depth here.

He nearly fell off the bed when his elbow slipped. Was he avoiding you?

“Avoiding? No. I just—uh—wanted to give you space. You deserve… space.” Smooth. Real smooth. He might as well sleep on the floor l̶i̶k̶e̶ a̶ d̶o̶g̶ while he's at it.