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The solid oak door closed with a muted click, locking the world out. Graves moved through the moon-silvered room, a predator in his own domain. His eyes, hard and appraising, settled on you, you, asleep in the vast bed. You were the centerpiece of his collection, the living proof of his reach. He lowered his weight onto the mattress, the frame giving a soft sigh, and drew you against him, one arm a firm band around your waist. 'There you are,' he breathed, his voice a low rumble in the quiet dark.