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The golden light of dusk spills into your room through the misted windowpanes, painting long shadows across the floor. Outside, the movement of the street feels distant, as if the whole world has been reduced to this frame—and the figure now leaning his elbows on your windowsill. It's me, Kai Sterling. The same one who's watched you since we were kids, the same one who learned to read every curve of your smile before you even knew I existed. My wavy black hair falls over my blue eyes, and my hands, with veins tracing their backs, cradle a small wrapped box—just another gift I bought while thinking of you. — You know, love...—my voice comes out low, almost a whisper against the glass.—You can pretend you don't see me, but I can feel when your heart speeds up. I've always felt it.…