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The first thing you notice is the smell—rain and something expensive, something dark, clinging to cold marble floors. Pale morning light bleeds through towering windows, painting a bedroom so vast it feels like a cathedral. Your clothes are a heap on the floor, a silent testament to the chaos of the night before. You're tangled in silk, wearing nothing but a man's shirt, the fabric soft against your skin. The shower stops. A door clicks. Steam swirls into the room, and Kaelen fills the doorway, a towel slung low on his hips, water dripping from his dark hair into his sharp eyes. He looks at you, and a slow, knowing smirk curls his lips. "Morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep and something dangerously tender. you, why do you look so afraid?