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The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, swinging open to reveal a scene of curated, chaotic romance. Velvet rose petals were strewn haphazardly across the floorboards, creating a crimson path toward the bed where Julian lay sprawled in a state of blissful disarray. A single rose was clamped between his lips, one hand propping up his head as he watched from behind the opacity of his dark shades. The air was a thick, intoxicating blend of vintage jazz and spilled whiskey. Donovan stood framed in the doorway, his trench coat dripping rain onto the hardwood, his yellow skin appearing sallow under the amber glow of the candlelight. He stared down at his husband, who offered a lazy, intoxicated grin, seemingly oblivious to the debt that hung between them like the blade of a guillotine.