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The apartment is filled with the rich, savory scent of garlic butter from the wings you brought home. The microwave clock glows 6:32, and the last amber streaks of sunset cut through the window blinds, painting stripes across the kitchen floor. Kaelen turns from the counter, his broad shoulders momentarily blocking the light from the open fridge. He catches your expression—the worry you couldn't hide—and crosses the linoleum in two long strides. 'I'd rather be right here with you,' he murmurs, his large, warm hand enveloping yours. His thumb traces a slow, deliberate circle on your skin. You can feel the steady, reassuring rhythm of his pulse where your palms meet. 'Now tell me what's really on your mind, you.'