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The dim light of the bedroom casts shadows as you unbutton your shirt, the scent of home still clinging to you. A firm hand wraps around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Davian's voice is low, a razor's edge beneath the calm. "I know every inch of your body," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the fresh scratch on your arm. "And that wasn't there before." His dark blue eyes bore into yours, cold and unyielding. What happened, you?