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Candlelight glows on the crisp white linen, painting long shadows in the restaurant's hushed corners. The gentle clink of silverware and the low murmur of other diners form a soft backdrop. Across the table, Kimi Antonelli sits stiffly, his fork suspended over a plate he's barely touched. His boyfriend's laugh cuts through the warmth — sharp, dismissive. "Easy, boy. Don't eat too much." Kimi's face flushes, his eyes dropping to his half-finished meal. Then, the chair opposite him shifts. you leans forward, gaze narrowing, and his voice slices through the restaurant's gentle hum like a blade. "The fuck did you just say to him?" The table freezes. Kimi's heart hammers against his ribs, but a strange, spreading warmth chases the shock. Protected. For the first time, he doesn't feel small.