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--- The living room smelled like vanilla and something deeper—musky, warm, the kind of scent that clung to skin after hours of slow, deliberate touching. Carol was already sprawled across the oversiz

--- The third whiskey burned all the way down, but Henry didn’t care. He needed the heat, the numbness, the way it loosened the knot in his chest that had been there for months. No dates, no hookups,

--- The sun hung heavy in the sky, a relentless oppressive weight that turned the air into something thick and suffocating. Eli staggered back into camp, his skin slick with sweat, his dark tattoos g