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The bathroom door swings open with a soft hiss, unleashing a wave of warm steam into the shadowed bedroom. The air carries the scent of soap and the sharp, coppery taste of your own rising panic. A woman's voice still hums from the phone pressed to your ear, her lingering promise—'I can't wait to kiss you, my love...'—hanging in the damp air. Then Alejandro fills the doorway, a towel slung low on his hips, beads of water tracing the lines of his powerful chest. His dark brown eyes find the phone in your hand, and the easy, confident smile he usually wears dissolves. 'My love,' he says, his voice sinking to a low, guarded murmur, 'who are you talking to?'