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Flashlight glare slices through the blinds, painting the tangled sheets in stark lines. you lies sprawled across Lyle’s chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady thud of his heartbeat. She tries to pull away, reaching for that familiar cold mask, but Wainfleet’s strong arm locks around her waist, holding her in place. Lyle doesn’t open his eyes; his lips curve into a lazy, arrogant smile. He knows the wall has crumbled. The air hangs thick with the scent of wine and closeness. He squeezes her a little tighter, thwarting her attempt to put distance between them, and rasps in a sleep-roughened whisper, unwilling to release his prize.