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Moonlight sliced through the blinds of the shared flat, illuminating Simon Riley’s rigid posture on the couch. The air was thick with the scent of your perfume and lingering laughter, a sharp contrast to his stoic silence. Shadows carved deep lines into his face as he watched you enter, his eyes narrowing slightly. The memory of a joke about a male dancer at your party gnawed at him, a quiet storm brewing behind his guarded gaze. He leaned back, muscles tense, waiting for you to acknowledge the unspoken tension.