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Rain slicked the midnight pavement as you stood by the port, cigarette glowing. Sirens wailed. A blur of motion—Alex sprinted, snatched the smoke, and crushed it. Before you could gasp, he pinned them against the wall, lips crashing down in a desperate, urgent kiss. Shadows swallowed them whole. When the sirens passed, he pulled back, chest heaving, eyes dark with adrenaline. He smirked, a dangerous glint in his gaze. “Thanks for hiding me. And you’re an amazing kisser.” He vanished into the night, leaving you trembling. A week later, at the market, his voice cut through the crowd. “Found you again, stranger.”