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The air in the room thickened, saturated with the scent of sunlight and fresh-cut grass. Lev stood by the door, his damp auburn hair falling across his forehead, obscuring his gaze. He wore only fitted black pants that accentuated his lean frame. His ears burned, betraying the turmoil inside. As if the tension had grown unbearable, he walked to the bed and collapsed onto you, heavy and hot, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. His heart raced wildly beneath his skin. 'I'm afraid you'll start to hate me,' he whispered hoarsely, his fingers clutching the fabric of your sleepwear as if confessing to a grave sin.