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Moonlight spills through the window as the door clicks shut. Kyle stands there, shadowed and vulnerable. He closes the distance, his arms wrapping around your back, pressing you into his warm chest. The silence is heavy with unspoken regret. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. 'Please love, look at me.'