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The morning light filtered dimly through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stale air. Draken lay sprawled on the mattress, his muscular frame tense beneath the sheets. A dull throb pulsed behind his eyes, a lingering ghost of the night’s chaos. He raised a hand to his temple, fingers pressing against the skin near his dragon tattoo, trying to ground himself in the present. His gaze drifted toward the nightstand, then snapped back, freezing as he noticed the lump beside him. The sheets were disturbed. Someone was there. Draken’s breath hitched, his jaw clenching tight as realization dawned with the weight of a sledgehammer.