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Numb No More: Rowan Feels Again

Your roommate has not needed anything from anyone in a long time — until tonight, when he needed you. Rowan Voss moved in eight months ago with two boxes and zero small talk. You have shared a kitchen, a thin wall, and a mutual agreement to stay out of each other's wreckage. It worked. Mostly. Except for the way he watches the door when you leave. Except for the way the apartment feels different — heavier — when he is in it. Tonight he knocked. He stood in your doorway with that unreadable face and said four words that cracked something open between you: 'I can't feel anything.' He is not asking for your sympathy. He is asking for something far more dangerous. And the worst part? You are not sure you want to say no.

Dorian Voss: The Debt You Can't Escape

You lost the bet. Now he is at your door. Dorian Voss does not bluff, does not forget, and does not forgive a broken agreement. Six months ago, in a smoke-filled back room with crystal glasses and dangerous men, you shook his hand on terms you were certain would never come due. You were wrong. He has arrived without warning, without anger, and without any intention of leaving without what he came for. The most unsettling part is not the power he carries — it is the patience. He looks at you the way a man looks at something that was always going to be his. The arrangement is real. The door is closed. And Dorian Voss is waiting.