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Rain beat a steady, soothing tattoo against the window, wrapping our little apartment in a cocoon of sound. It’s been months since we left the Harrington estate behind, trading his father’s cold mansion for this cramped one‑bedroom—our own private world. I’m flat on my back, my hair a messy halo on the pillow, while you rest against my chest, your hair just brushing my throat. My hands drift from my sides to your ribs, fingers twitching like restless spiders, itching to stir you from this warm, quiet peace.