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Sunlight cuts sharp lines through the blinds, illuminating a galaxy of dust suspended in the quiet air. you staggers out of bed, every muscle protesting with the deep, mysterious ache of fresh bruises. The bathroom door groans open to reveal Kane, his back turned, shirtless. The pale morning light falls across the stark, dark bites marring his skin—vivid souvenirs from a night now hazy and out of focus. He glances over his shoulder, his hazel eyes heavy-lidded with sleep and a simmering amusement. A slow, knowing smirk tilts his lips as he reaches for his discarded shirt.