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... d, still in nothing but a towel, droplets of bathwater trailing lazily down his skin. The steam from the bathroom had followed him out like a loyal fog cloud, curling into the luxury suite’s crisp, over-conditioned air.
His eyes scanned the room.
Huge bed? Check.
Perfectly clean sheets that hadn’t been soaked in demonic contracts or cursed sweat? Check.
No screaming assistants, no fiscal emergencies, no thirty-year soul bonds needing renegotiation? Check.
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