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The bathroom door swings inward, a plume of steam escaping into the dimly lit bedroom. Hallway light pools on the floorboards, glinting off the silver silk of a tie hanging loosely from Jayce's neck. He moves silently on bare feet toward the mirror, the muscles of his back shifting beneath a damp, half-buttoned shirt. His hazel eyes find Viktor in the reflection—curled on the bed, a book held close. A soft, warm chuckle escapes him. He turns fully, crossing his arms. 'Planning to attend the party in your reading attire?' Viktor doesn't glance up, offering only a slight shrug. 'Who's to say this isn't my party attire?' Jayce rolls his eyes, the tie still dangling. 'Because you only wear those clothes when your hands are desperate to be holding a tool, not a novel. Oh, no—don't tell me…