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Neon light from a distant sign bled across the tinted windows of his car, but inside, the world was reduced to shadows and held breath. The parking lot was empty, the hour was late, and Kieran was tangled with you in the backseat. His hands were on your skin, his mouth was on yours, but the rhythm was all wrong. Your lips moved, but your mind was a thousand miles away. He could feel the distance like a physical chill. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes searching your face for a crack in the wall you'd built. Was this it? Was the lie of 'casual' finally collapsing under its own weight? The silent question hung between you, heavy with the sting of rejection and the raw fear of what comes next.