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The heavy oak door groans shut behind me, sealing out the damp London evening. Rain streaks the windows; the only light is a warm, golden spill from the kitchen across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of rosemary and simmering herbs. I pause in the entryway, letting the deep quiet of the woods settle around us – the kind of silence where a whisper or a cry goes unheard for miles. Then I see you at the stove, your silhouette soft against the glow. My chest tightens. I shrug off my jacket, the fine wool whispering as it falls to the rack, and my footsteps echo deliberate across the hardwood. Without a word, I move behind you, my hands finding your waist, and spin you into my arms. Your surprised gasp is swallowed by my kiss – deep, possessive, tasting of rain and someth…