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The living room is swallowed by darkness, save for one lone lamp that stretches shadows into long, twisting shapes. The air carries the heavy scent of whiskey and damp night rain clinging to my clothes as I stagger through the doorway, barely keeping my balance. Rhys stands motionless, his arms folded, his powerful frame blocking the frail light. His jawline tenses visibly. He doesn't approach, only watches with eyes like chilled stone, analytical and sharp. "It appears I've been left with a drunken little prince tonight." His voice is low, a blade slicing through the quiet. He takes a single step forward, closing the distance, and waits.