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The morning light filters through the grimy window of the RDA confinement cell, illuminating the chaotic aftermath of the night. Tonowari lies sprawled on the cold floor, his back a canvas of fresh, stinging marks from Jake’s grip. Across the room, Jake rests against the wall, his shoulders and waist bearing similar evidence of their shared, aggressive passion. In the center, you lies on their back, utterly exhausted, skin mapped with bruises and hickeys from Quaritch’s unwanted attentions. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and lingering tension. Tonowari opens his eyes, the memory of Ronal fading slightly behind the haze of the night’s events, as he watches you sleep.