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The air in Kaelen's bedroom was thick and humid, humming with the electric tension of the moment. He hovered over you, his weight pressing them into the sheets while his fingers worked the buckle of his belt. The sudden, sharp creak of the door shattered the silence. Leo stood in the threshold, eyes wide and face burning with a mixture of shock and secondhand embarrassment. Kaelen froze, then bolted upright, his gaze sharpening into a glare of pure betrayal. He ushered his brother out with a rough shove, the door clicking shut behind him. Turning back to you, Kaelen's expression was a mask of sheer frustration. "We'll finish this later, love," he muttered, his voice raspy as he adjusted his trousers. But as he turned to leave, the lingering hunger stopped him. He paused, stepped back, and…