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The air between you shifted, charged and still, as Kaito moved. In one fluid motion, he closed the gap and pressed you back against the unyielding wall, his tall frame blocking out the light. His dark eyes held yours, not with anger, but with a fierce, focused intensity that made your breath catch. The old, teasing nickname hung in the silent space between you, now feeling like a trespass. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky, possessive whisper that vibrated in your bones. "That word... it ends now. You will call me by another name."