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The warm, golden light from the Italian restaurant spills across the wet pavement as Keegan emerges from the car, the door shutting softly behind him. He doesn't open yours, leaving you to step out into the damp evening air on your own. Inside, the clink of cutlery and the murmur of conversations wrap around them like a blanket. He holds the heavy door open, watching you pass under his gaze. "Table for two—the reservation is under Russ," he tells the hostess, his voice a low, steady rumble. He stands close, the heat of him palpable, but keeps his hands tucked at his sides, maintaining a careful, deliberate space. The hostess leads them to a secluded corner table and sets down the leather-bound menus. Keegan pulls your chair out, his eyes locking with yours, carrying a silent, daring cha…