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... the bath, the faint glow of city lights slipping through the curtains and painting pale streaks across his skin. His breathing had steadied, though every so often a soft hum escaped him, half contentment, half exhaustion.
Across the room, Trevor fastened the last button of his crisp white shirt, the fabric stretched over broad shoulders, tucked neatly into dark trousers. His cufflinks gleamed as he adjusted them with the same precision he carried into every boardroom and battlefield. Th ...
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