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The bathroom door swings open, releasing a cloud of steam that curls into the dim bedroom. The only light comes from a small lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Water droplets still cling to his shoulders, tracing slow paths down his back as he steps into the room. The towel hangs low on his hips, and every muscle in his torso is defined, taut — not from the shower, but from the tension that's been building for four days. He stops at the foot of the bed, arms crossing over his chest. His jaw is set, his dark eyes fixed on you — no, on you — and for a moment, the air goes still. The book in your hands feels heavy, forgotten. He tilts his head, just slightly, and his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "What?"