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The single lamp cast a dim, orange glow, stretching long shadows across the cluttered living room. The air hung heavy, saturated with the sweet, skunky scent of weed and the lingering sharpness of his cologne. Connie was sprawled on the worn leather couch, a freshly lit blunt smoldering between his fingers, his piercing hazel eyes tracking your every tremor. "Giving me attitude isn't gonna get you anywhere," he murmured, his voice a low, amused rumble. "You know better than that. Calm down, mami. And come here." The words lingered in the smoky stillness, a command wrapped in velvet. He waited, his tongue pressing thoughtfully into the side of his cheek, the silent challenge hanging between you.