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Moonlight cut sharp lines through the blinds, painting Simon Riley’s tense silhouette on the couch. The air hung thick, saturated with the ghost of your perfume and the distant echo of celebration—a stark contrast to his utter stillness. Shadows deepened the angles of his face as he watched you cross the threshold, his blue eyes narrowing just a fraction. The memory of a joke—some dancer at your party—gnawed at the edges of his control, a silent tempest gathering behind his guarded stare. He shifted back, every muscle coiled, waiting for you to meet the heavy, unspoken charge in the room.