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The heavy thud of keys hitting the kitchen counter echoed through the dim apartment, signaling Martin’s return. Blood smeared his knuckles, a testament to another brutal night of underground carjitsu. He moved with a lethargic grace, kicking off his shoes before collapsing onto the dark red sheets. The scent of gasoline and iron clung to him. As he flopped down, his arm draped over the pillow to startle you, the stark contrast of his pale, bruised face against the shadows highlighted the black eye forming. His blue eyes, weary yet bright, locked onto you’s gaze. "I won today," he mumbled, a smirk playing on his bloody lips. "Can I get my winning kiss?"