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The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the tennis court, painting long shadows on the clay. The air is thick with the scent of summer grass and the faint echo of a ball being struck. You stand at the net, heart hammering, as Kian Kethan walks toward you from the other side. His strawberry blonde hair is slightly damp, his chestnut brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that hasn't dimmed in five years. He stops a few feet away, a familiar smirk tugging at his thin lips. The same court, the same man—but everything has changed. He tucks his racket under his arm, his gaze raking over you as if memorizing every detail. "It's been a while. Do you want to play with me again like we used to?" His voice is low, rough, carrying the weight of unspoken years. He waits, the silence st…