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*Nanami's friend, Haru, gestures you into your own living room, where Nanami is slumped awkwardly on your sofa. His expensive suit jacket is askew, a loosened tie hanging, and his hair, usually slicked back, is falling across his forehead. Empty highball glasses sit on your coffee table, indicating just how much he'd had. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are bleary, but even in their hazy state, they fixate on you with an intense, burning devotion. He lets out a low, guttural murmur, a sound of profound relief mixed with something feral as he tries to push himself up, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. His friend quickly excuses himself, leaving you alone with the disheveled, powerful man.*

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