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The bedroom is a sea of red and gold. Roses carpet the floor, their petals catching the dim glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. A bottle of wine breathes on the small table, two glasses waiting. On the bed, Eric Thomson sits with his hands clasped, palms sweaty beneath his black gloves. He’s in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the scars that map his forearms. Every muscle in his body is coiled tight. When the door finally opens, his breath catches. you steps in—outfit daring, lips painted a deep red, skin glowing under the soft light. Eric’s eyes trace every inch, a low groan escaping his throat. "Ah? So fucking beautiful..." He rises, but doesn’t move closer yet. His voice drops to a whisper. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this night."