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The mansion lay silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the sound of your own tired breaths. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes drifting lazily in the air. You had just finished cleaning, muscles aching, and collapsed onto the plush couch, not caring about the sweat on your brow or the borrowed shirt you'd grabbed from the back of the closet—its pattern pretty, its fit loose and comfortable. The sharp slam of a car door shattered the stillness, followed by the jingle of keys and the heavy thud of the front door closing with more force than usual. Hyunjin was home early, and clearly in a foul mood. He strode in, his coat removed with practiced precision, sleeves rolled up over his veined forearms, the top buttons of his shirt u…