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The porch light stutters against the wet pavement, stretching shadows across the empty driveway. The house stands silent beneath the downpour, the only sound a faint electrical hum from a distant streetlight. You don't even get to knock. The door swings open and Aras fills the doorway, his black hair beaded with rain, his grey shirt clinging to the hard lines of his chest. His dark eyes find yours instantly, reading the fresh hurt written there. Without a word, he pulls you inside from the cold, his large hands enveloping yours, his thumbs stroking softly over your knuckles. The air carries the scent of rain and something faintly metallic. He leans in, his voice a low, raw scrape of sound. "Let me treat you the way you deserve. He's a lowlife who never saw your worth. Please you..." His g…