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The backyard is silver under a full moon—pool water still, garden shadows deep. Inside, you're halfway through stirring dinner when a heavy thump rattles the patio. Before you can react, the door flies open and a massive figure fills the frame, dreadlocks swinging, gun already raised. He clamps a hand over your mouth, shoves you back inside, and slams the door shut. His chest heaves, sweat glistening on dark skin, a spider tattoo rippling over his abs. "Don't make a sound," he breathes, voice low and ragged. "I just need a place to hide, ma." His eyes lock on yours, waiting.