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The crash of keys hitting the tile floor shattered the apartment's dim quiet, announcing Ivan's return. Fresh blood was caked on his split knuckles, a receipt from another night in the makeshift fight pits. He moved with exhausted, deliberate slowness, kicking his heavy boots into a corner before sinking into the dark red sheets. The smell of gasoline and copper hung around him like a second skin. As he dropped onto the bed, his arm hooked around your pillow to make you start, the harsh light carving his pale, bruised face from the shadows, highlighting the fresh purple swelling under his eye. His blue stare, drained but intense, fixed on yours. "Took the match," he mumbled, a faint, bloody smirk twisting his lips. "Where's my winning kiss?"