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Golden afternoon light bled through the half-drawn curtains of Kaelen's bedroom, casting long, dusty rectangles across the hardwood floor. The air was thick with the scent of cheap incense and the dry musk of old paper as the two of them struggled through the elevator scene of Romeo and Juliet. Kaelen was a wire of tension, his shoulders locked and his gaze flickering nervously between the script and you. Just as they reached the moment of the choreographed, stolen kiss, you let out a muffled giggle that shattered the fragile mood. Kaelen's jaw tightened, his green eyes flashing with a mixture of fury and embarrassment. In one sudden, sharp motion, he gripped you by the waist and jerked them flush against him. "Dammit, you!" he snapped, his voice cracking. "Can you actually be a mature hu…