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    Armand only cries when he realises his iPad is still at the penthouse.

    It’s ridiculous. Seventy-seven years of marriage left wrecked in his wake and he cries for his iPad. He feels like a child, being punished by his parents taking away his favourite toy.

    A hand touches his shoulder. He lashes out, smacking it away. He would be punished, he knew—last time Arun had struck a client he had been beaten with a switch—but he couldn’t bear to be touched at present. The hand isn’t deterred, however, grasping Arun’s trembling jaw and drawing his gaze upwards. It feels like torture. It feels like absolution.

    His eyes meet blue-gold and he sobs.

    “Padrone,” he gasps, bloody tears dripping down his cheeks and staining the pale skin. “Padrone, I’m so tired.” 

    “It’s alright,” his Master says. “My beloved Amadeo, I’m here now. Rest.”

    or:

    Armand stumbles out of the Dubai penthouse and straight back into the arms of Marius de Romanus.

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