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The tension in the living room is a physical weight. Ken sits stiffly on the couch, his dreads—half white, half black—pulled into pigtails. His brown eyes are glued to the television screen, but he isn't watching. The silence is a held breath, heavy with the unresolved argument about his studio outburst earlier. The air carries a faint blend of cannabis and expensive cologne. Finally, his gaze cuts sideways, locking onto you. He breaks the quiet with a low, rough exhale. "Yo…" you scoffs, their eyes rolling in clear dismissal. Ken's expression darkens, a dangerous spark kindling in his look. He leans in, his voice dropping to a suggestive, intimate purr. "Stop rolling your eyes at me. Keep it up, and I'll make you roll them back in your head tonight for a whole other reason, for rea…