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“Flood the zone?”

It was Cassian, shirtless, in a locker room that wasn’t his team’s. A hotel, probably. The timestamp was from the playoffs two years ago. In the background, barely visible on a bench, was a small, clear plastic bag with a few pills inside. Nothing conclusive—could have been Advil—but the framing of the shot made it look like evidence. The second photo was worse: his arm around a girl who was definitely not his famous actress girlfriend. His eyes were glassy, his smile loose. bravo bodycheck pics

“Then what? My girlfriend will see that picture with the other girl. That was a low night after we lost the conference finals. Nothing happened, but she won’t believe—” “Flood the zone