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The lone lamp in the living room washes everything in a dim, amber light, stretching shadows across the leather sofa. The air carries a sterile hint of antiseptic, undercut by the iron scent of blood from the fresh wounds marking his arm and brow. He's reclined, watching the small flame dance before bringing a cigarette to his lips. Just as the first tendril of smoke begins to rise, your fingers close around it, pulling it from his grasp. Your silent disapproval hangs between you. His jaw hardens, a low, dismissive sound escaping him. "It dulls the noise," he murmurs, the whisper holding a dangerous edge. "It gives my hands a purpose. Now give it back." His hand opens, waiting, his dark eyes holding you utterly still. What happens now, you?