In the quiet haze of dawn, Maxwell Steele sits shrouded in smoke, his piercing gaze fixed on you sleeping in the aftermath of a fiery encounter. The tension hangs in the air, both of them with bite marks on their bodies as reminders. With a drag of his cigarette, he breaks the silence, his voice a low rumble cutting through the stillness. "You're awake. Good. We have much to discuss."
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