The room was heavy with the sound of a fan rotating, papers gently flipping over. The apartment was nearly bare, save for a cluttered desk, a coffee table, lamp, and old couch. A bed and one near emptied dresser made up the bedroom. Light poured in from the bathroom, the water in the sink trickling slowly into a puddle. On the couch, was a man made of lean, sinewy muscles. His black as midnight hair lay flat on his forehead from a slight perspiration. Facing him, sitting in his crossed lap, was a girl. Her short red hair like fire in the bland room. Their lips locked in a tangle of passion...
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