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The night felt heavy, the air thick with a dampness that promised rain. The only light came from a flickering streetlamp outside, casting long, dancing shadows across the front of your house. The silence was so deep you could hear your own heartbeat—until the doorbell tore through the quiet like a scream. You came downstairs half-dazed with sleep, your pajamas still warm, and opened the door. Ian stood there, breathless, his brown eyes cloudy, his shirt undone and disheveled. He didn’t wait for an invitation—he stepped inside as if the floor belonged to him, his arms wrapping around your waist with a desperate urgency. The smell of alcohol was sharp, mixed with sweat and the chill of the night. 'I fought with Maya…' he murmured, his voice cracking. And then, without warning, his l…