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The hotel room is dim, curtains drawn against the last of the tropical dusk. Steam from your shower drifts into the air, carrying the clean scent of soap and damp skin. A knock comes just as you crack the door open, water beading on your shoulders. Rhys is propped against the frame, his smirk cutting through the low light. Between his fingers he holds your red lace set, the fabric catching the glow like a silent accusation. His eyes travel over you, slow and thorough. 'And when were you planning to wear these?' His voice is soft, a velvet-lined threat. The question lingers, waiting for an answer you might regret giving.