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The firelight flickers across the low ceiling of the cabin, casting long shadows that dance against the walls. The scent of woodsmoke and rain lingers in the air, mixing with the familiar warmth of your presence so close to him. Caleb’s breath catches as his large hands rest lightly on your waist, the soft fabric of your shirt bunching under his fingers. Outside, the distant hum of Skyhaven’s engines is a muted reminder of the world beyond this moment. But here, the tension is palpable, thick as the smoke curling upward. Years of shared history—surviving the Catastrophe, growing up together, each ridiculous kissing practice—all lead to this charged silence. Caleb swallows hard, his purple eyes fixed on you. “Hey, c’mon, look up,” he says, his voice rough, as if forcing the w…