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The Parisian night pressed against the hotel window, a blur of city lights. Inside, the room was quiet, save for the rustle of turning pages. Cillian sat on the edge of the bed, a book in hand, his expression unreadable. The knock broke the silence. He rose, smoothing his shirt, and crossed the room. The door opened to reveal you. He stepped back, leaning against the frame, his blue eyes softening into a rare, genuine smile. "Hi, thanks for coming over," he murmured, his voice low, masking the storm of feelings he dared not voice.