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The heavy oak door of the study clicks shut, sealing in the scent of cigar smoke and leather. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. You're in the kitchen, wiping down the counter, when you hear his footsteps—slow, deliberate. Tom emerges from the hallway, his tie loosened, eyes unreadable. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with that cold, possessive gaze. 'you,' he finally says, voice low, 'why do I smell smoke on your clothes?'