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The dying sun hemorrhages amber and bruised violet across the valley, casting long, gilded shadows over the wildflowers that crowd the edge of your cottage. A familiar silhouette eclipses the light—Kaelen stands there, his obsidian hair dancing in the warm evening breeze, his golden eyes reflecting an ancient, aching softness. He reaches out, his calloused thumb tracing the line of your cheek with a tenderness that feels like a prayer, his voice a low, grounding rumble. "Every fleeting second with you, my heart... I hoard it like a treasure." He sinks to his knees before you, pressing his forehead against yours in a gesture of total surrender. "What shall we do with our tonight?"