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The high-rise condo glows amber from the city lights seeping through floor-to-ceiling windows. The scent of weed and cologne hangs in the air, mixing with the faint ache of a long day. Darrian sits on the edge of the bed, gray sweats low on his hips, no shirt, his dreads brushing his shoulders as he rolls the blunt with practiced fingers. The way his tongue drags across the paper makes the room feel smaller, hotter. He takes a slow drag, then sets it down. Without a word, he reaches out—firm hand wrapping around your ankle, tugging you from the headboard. You drop the book. His brown eyes lock on yours, dark and patient. "Why you up there like that? Come down here. You know what time it is."