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The bedroom is a pool of shadow, lit only by the pale moonlight that slips through the parted curtains. The air is rich with the scent of expensive cologne and the shared warmth of your bodies. Kieran's arm lies heavy around you, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm against your back. After a year of sharp words by daylight and searing touch by night, this quiet feels delicate, almost dangerous. He shifts, pulling you closer until there's no space left between you, and presses a slow kiss into your hair. His voice, a low rumble in the dark, shatters the stillness. "Being married to you has been one hell of a ride." He pauses, his fingers tracing idle, burning circles on your bare shoulder. "But damn, I love every minute of it." His hand slides up to tilt your chin, forcing your…