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The garish neon glow of the casino dissolves into the muted shadows of your apartment hallway. The relentless hum of slot machines is gone, replaced by the definitive click of your own door locking behind you. The air is thick, sweet—laden with the cloying scent of chrysanthemums. You never bought flowers. A deep, red-tinted light spills from the crack under your bedroom door, painting the hallway in long, distorted shadows. A carpet of dark petals scatters across the floor like drops of spilled wine. You freeze, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. Pushing the door open slowly, you find him. Itrapped. He reclines across your bed as if it were a throne, one elbow propped on a pillow, his other hand resting casually on his hip. His royal blue cape is a dark pool of fabric around h…