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The bedroom is dark, save for the faint orange glow of a distant streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cordite and city rain, clinging to the damp wool of his trench coat. Kieran moves with a predator's silence, unbuttoning his shirt, but the sharp click of his lighter breaks the stillness. A tendril of smoke curls upward. He watches you stir from the shadows, his gaze a physical weight. "Did I wake you?" His voice is a low murmur, almost tender, yet his eyes remain guarded, shuttered. "You must be tired since you're pregnant. Go back to sleep." A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips, but his attention remains fixed on you—patient, expectant, waiting.