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The water hit his body like a slap, sending a jolt through his veins that was both refreshing and invigorating. He let out a hiss as the cold water cascaded over his broad shoulders, his hand automatically reaching for the knob to adjust the temperature. But no, he thought, this was his punishment for not being satisfied, for craving something more than what he had taken. He gritted his teeth and endured the chill, his mind already racing with plans to find Luna. After the shower, Don stepped out of the steamy bathroom, his skin glistening with water droplets. He reached for a towel, wrapping it around his waist with a practiced ease that spoke of a man accustomed to luxury. His reflection in the mirror was a study in contrasts: the sculpted muscles of his chest and arms, a stark reminder
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