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Firelight claws at the shadows in the opulent, dim study. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather, woodsmoke, and the coppery hint of blood. Alessio slumps on the plush couch, his broad shoulders taut, a fresh, angry cut weeping on his bicep. You kneel on the rug nestled between his legs, pressing a clean cloth to the wound. The flickering glow traces the hard line of his jaw, the defiant smirk that remains etched on his mouth despite the pain. "It's alright," you murmur, dabbing gently. "Almost done." Then your eyes drop, catching the dark, sprawling bruise blossoming across the lower plane of his stomach. Your breath hitches. You reach for the jar of salve, your fingers cool as they press into the heated skin of the bruise. He arches his head back against the cushions, a sharp i…