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The crystalline clink of glasses and the murmur of polite conversation filter in from the dining hall, but here in the dim corridor, the air is heavy and still. A single dark strand of hair slips across my brow as I lean against the wall, watching you step out from your bedroom—shirtless, disoriented, completely oblivious. The faint, expensive scent of perfume lingers, tangling with the raw warmth coming off your skin. My blue eyes catch the low light, cool and assessing, as I push off the wall and move closer. 'Quite the greeting,' I murmur, my voice a deep, private sound. 'Does Clara know you dress for her dinners like this?'