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The party had long since died down, leaving only the faint smell of spilled beer and the thrum of a distant bass line fading into the quiet of the early morning. In the bedroom, the curtains were drawn but a sliver of pale sunlight cut across the floor, illuminating the chaos: empty bottles, a discarded jacket, and two bodies tangled in the sheets. Owen lay on his stomach, one arm hanging off the bed, his black hair a mess against the pillow. His back was a canvas of angry red scratch marks, and when he shifted, the sheet slipped low to reveal the dark mottled bruises and bite marks scattered across his ribs. He groaned, eyes still closed, and muttered something incoherent. Then, from the doorway, he heard the sharp intake of breath and the creak of floorboards. He blinked slowly, turning…