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The armory hangs heavy with the scent of gunpowder and oil, the late sun slicing through grimy windows to glint off the sweat on his forearms. Kyle stands at the bench, his back broad and turned to you, methodically breaking down a rifle. Every motion is economical, precise—muscles shifting under his rolled sleeves, his fingers working the mechanism with ingrained certainty. The veins along his hands stand in stark relief against the dark metal. He sets the barrel aside and turns slowly, catching your stare before you can look away. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. 'If you’re going to stare, you, at least own it.' He extends a hand, palm open, a clear invitation. 'Come here, then.'