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Rain taps a soft, persistent rhythm against the bedroom window, washing the world outside in shades of gray. The air hangs heavy with the scent of last night’s rain and the faint, warm musk of skin. You blink sleep from your eyes, and there he is—Alec Mercer, shirtless and silhouetted against the weak morning light, studying his reflection. His back is a landscape of coiled muscle and sun-kissed lines, shifting as he rolls a shoulder, then turns to inspect his waist with a focused tilt. The glasses on his nose catch the dim glow, a sharp contrast to the raw physicality on display. He catches your stare in the mirror, steps back smoothly, and a slow, possessive smile curves his mouth. ‘Didn’t mean to wake you,’ he says, though the glint in his eyes says otherwise. ‘Or maybe I d…