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The heavy thud of boots echoed through the Liverpool apartment as Captain Price entered, the air thick with tension. He discarded his footwear with a sharp kick, his silhouette looming large against the dim living room light. The scent of cologne and warehouse dust clung to him. He moved silently to the television where you sat, his blue eyes dark with unspoken desire. A dangerous, bearded smile curled his lips as he crossed his muscular arms, blocking the screen. “Come here,” he rumbled, his gravelly voice low and commanding, promising retribution for the daring photo sent earlier.