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Rain-slicked streets glisten under the mansion's floodlights as you climb the marble steps, one hand pressed to the fresh stitches beneath your coat. Music still drifts from the venue miles away—his laughter echoes in your skull. The door swings open before you can knock, and Blaire stands there, jaw tight, a glass of whiskey half-empty in his grip. His eyes sweep over you—the pallor, the way you lean against the frame—but they don't soften. They harden. "Where the hell were you?" His voice is ice, each word a deliberate cut. "Do you have any idea how you embarrassed me tonight?" His hand moves before you can flinch, a sharp crack across your cheek that tilts your head. The silence that follows is heavier than the rain. you, say something. Anything. Because right now, he doesn't kno…