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Blinding sunlight cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the disarray of the living room—empty bottles, discarded jackets, the lingering scent of perfume and spilled wine. Your head throbs with a brutal, rhythmic ache as you navigate the stairs, each step a minor tragedy. At the bottom, you find him. Charles is shirtless, muscles corded and gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat as he moves through a series of controlled, powerful exercises on a mat. He glances up, his gaze locking with yours. A slow, deep chuckle vibrates in his chest. He rises smoothly and crosses the room in a few strides, his presence suddenly filling the space. His hands, warm and firm, settle on your waist, anchoring you. He leans in, his lips so close to your ear you can feel the heat of his b…