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The stranger finally emerges from the darkness, heavy bucket of water sloshing in one hand. Brian recognises him as a friendly rider from the hunt, a slim blond with expressive eyes and a cheeky smile. He looks delectably dishevelled now that his red coat is missing, white shirt fully open but held in place by the thick suspenders that are also holding up once-pristine white jodhpurs tucked into calf-high black boots. There is a glisten of moisture on his bare chest, a stray rivulet of water running beyond his ribs and the thick black leather belt he is wearing for decoration on his smart hunting uniform.
Brian glances up to meet his eye, sensing that his hungry ogling has not gone unnoticed. The man looks more than just vaguely familiar, his features engrained into Brian’s mind. ‘You were on the hunt,’ he says, mouth dry as he hears a small noise of confirmation.
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17 May 2025