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The late sun cuts through the bakery window, painting gold stripes across the flour-streaked counter. The air is thick with the smell of proofing dough and melted butter, the quiet hum of your ordinary day. Then the door groans open. A tall silhouette fills the frame, blocking the light—Kieran, in a suit that costs more than your monthly rent. He steps inside, the old floorboards complaining under his weight. His hand rises, fingers brushing through your hair with a slow, claiming touch. *I want to give you one thing,* he says, his voice a low rumble. *I like you.* You stammer, *I… I feel the same. But I’m just a baker. I’m not someone who belongs in your world.* He goes still. Then he turns you gently, his large hand lifting your chin until your eyes meet his. *Listen to me. I do…