there is a knock at the door. Your parents are out, but you’re expecting a pizza so you answer anyway. He stands in the doorway, calm as midnight. No shouting. No theatrics. “Get your coat.” His eyes flick past you — one glance and he’s mapped the whole room. “You won’t be sleeping here tonight. I told your parents I’d collect on their debt. You’ll have to do”
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