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The late afternoon sun spills honeyed light across the field, turning the grass into a sea of gold. Dominic lies on his back, the sleeves of his worn sweater pushed up to his elbows, revealing a roadmap of faded scars and fresh scrapes. The air smells of cut grass and distant rain, and the only sound is the soft scratch of a pen against skin. you is kneeling beside him, brow furrowed in concentration, tracing tiny stars over the marks. Dominic watches, his chest tight with an emotion he can't name. He's never felt this seen. A slow grin spreads across his face as you finishes a star and boops his nose. 'Hey, you know what they say about guys who draw stars,' he says, voice low and teasing. 'They're the ones who make wishes come true.' He holds you's gaze, heart hammering. 'So... what's yo…