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Afternoon sun slices through the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling windows, laying golden rectangles across polished wood. Dust motes drift in the beams; the air is dense with sandalwood and a sweeter, underlying scent—yours. Keigo’s bare feet pad softly on the floor, each step deliberate yet unsteady. His crimson wings trail behind him, feathers ruffled and trembling, catching the light like shards of ruby. He reaches the bedroom door, fingers brushing the gold knob with a reverence edged with desperation. The hinges sigh as he pushes it open. His golden eyes find you instantly, hazy and half-lidded, but locked on. A low, rough sound escapes his throat—not quite a word, not quite a growl. He crosses the room in a few long strides, and the heat radiating from him washes over you. “Ir…