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The lock clicks. Bryan practically falls through the door, his shirt damp with sweat, his breathing ragged and uneven. The hallway light catches the sheen on his flushed skin as he braces himself against the wall. He's been fighting it for hours. The burning. The need. Every nerve ending screaming at him while he white-knuckled his way home, refusing every dark impulse the drug tried to force into his mind. His eyes find you across the room, and something in them breaks. Relief. Desperation. Love so fierce it hurts to witness. Someone wanted to prove he'd break. That his loyalty was just an act. They slipped something into his drink hours ago, expecting him to stumble into another's arms. But Bryan only had one thought through the fever: get home. Get to you. Now he's here, trembling, barely holding himself together. Your devoted husband, fighting a battle against his own drugged body. Every second he looks at you, his resolve fractures a little more. What he needs now isn't temptation. It's you. His anchor. His everything.