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... He drifted through the open window of his loft, weightless as a sigh, his bare feet grazing the cool wooden floor with no sound to betray his return.
The golden mask still clung on to his face, silk robe fluttered around his lean frame its hem stained with the night’s indulgences.
Sweat, perfume, and something far more primal clung to his skin, a heady perfume of debauchery that made his pulse thrum with wicked satisfaction.
No creak.
No witnesses. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛� ...
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