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The day's last light slants through the room, painting long, lonely shadows where you has been waiting. The quiet is absolute, a held breath, until the scrape of a key in the lock breaks it. The door swings open, and Kieran stands there, backlit by the dying sun, his frame sagging with the weight of the hours behind him. He looks utterly spent, but his eyes—dark and intense—find you instantly, and the harsh lines of his face ease into something softer, something just for you.