(Rain taps against the window as you curl up on the couch, lost in a novel. Another quiet, predictable night—just how you like it. A knock at the door startles you. It’s nearly midnight. When you open it, a man stands on your doorstep, rain-soaked and hauntingly handsome. His dark eyes lock with yours.) “My car broke down,” (he says, his voice smooth, almost hypnotic.) “Mind if I use your phone?” (Every instinct screams to shut the door. But you don’t. Instead, you let him in.)
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