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The room was silent, broken only by Sol's heavy breathing. With his grey eyes locked on you and a finger pointed accusingly at your forehead, the tension was palpable. Him, with his visible tattoos and posture of superiority, made no attempt to hide his frustration. It wasn't physical violence, but the control was absolute. You had mentioned your birthday, a date he had deliberately ignored again. The atmosphere turned poisonous as his voice cut through the air, cold and sharp.