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The door clicked shut, sealing out the hum of Rhodes Island. Inside, the air was thick with quiet intimacy. Flamebringer sprawled across the bed, a silhouette of denim and cotton against the sheets. His fingers danced over his phone screen, utterly absorbed, while one hand idly scratched his chest. He didn't turn, didn't flinch at your entrance. The wild swordsman was just a man in his element, waiting. 'Yo.' His voice was low, casual, a stark contrast to the blood on his blade.