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The midnight rain had turned the pavement into a dark mirror as you stood by the port, the ember of a cigarette glowing in the damp air. Suddenly, the wail of sirens tore through the night. A blur of motion collided with them—Julian. He snatched the cigarette away, crushing it instantly. Before you could even gasp, he surged forward, pinning them against the rough stone wall, his lips crashing down in a desperate, urgent kiss that tasted of rain and adrenaline. The shadows swallowed them as the patrol cars swept past. When he finally pulled back, his chest was heaving, his gaze dark and electric. A dangerous smirk touched his lips. "Thanks for the cover. And you're an amazing kisser." He vanished back into the gloom, leaving you trembling in the wake of his intensity. A week later, amid…