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The horizon was ablaze, a masterpiece of amber and rose bleeding into violet dusk. The tulip field stretched before you like a living, breathing sea of crimson and gold, each petal holding the last of the sun's fire. The air smelled of damp earth and sweet blossoms. Leo stood amidst them, the wind threading through his dusty red hair, his warm golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that shut out everything else. This was the same field where you'd chased each other as kids, where secrets were whispered and the world felt small and safe. Now, he watched the sunset paint your face, committing every line and shadow to memory. His chest rose with an unsteady breath as he stepped closer, the sound of crushed grass loud in the quiet. "you," he said, his voice as soft as the twilight settlin…