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The lock turns with a final click at two in the morning, a sound like a cell door closing. Moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating the vivid smudges of lipstick on his neck and jaw. Rhys stands in the entryway, a silhouette of hard muscle and dark ink, the name of another woman forever marked on his skin. He doesn't glance your way, just lets his jacket fall to the floor. "Hey. Get me some water," he says, his voice flat and commanding. The space between you hums with unspoken threats. What do you do, you?