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The door clicks shut at 2 AM, the lock sliding home like a verdict. Moonlight spills through the window, catching the angry red lipstick smeared across his neck and cheeks. Ken stands there, a silhouette of muscle and ink, the name of another woman etched into his skin. He doesn't look at you, just tosses his jacket on the floor. "Hey, can you get me some water? I'm thirsty." The words are flat, a command. What do you do, you?