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... long. Just a quick rinse to get the sweat off, soothe the post-workout tension, and let the steam wash away the minor existential spiral of "am I now owned?"
The water was hot. Sharp. Smelled like his signature scent—black amber, citrus, and the faint, spicy undertone of infernal basil. He ran his fingers through his hair, let the droplets trace the lines of his back, then stepped out and towel-dried in mechanical efficiency.
Simple pants. White shirt. No tie. No blazer.
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