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The thin, pale light of dawn seeps through the hotel curtains, painting long, distorted shadows over the disheveled bed. The air is heavy with the lingering scents of peat smoke and expensive whiskey. Consciousness returns in pieces, memories of the previous night fractured and indistinct. Beside you, a man sleeps soundlessly—his profile sharp against the pillow, with dark hair spilling across his shoulders and a jaw shadowed by stubble. His back is to you now, but in the dimness last night, you saw the dark, elaborate patterns etched across his skin. In the hushed quiet, only the steady rhythm of his breathing fills the space. What comes back to you first?