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The chill of the night seeped through the balcony glass, but his awareness was turned inward, consumed by the silent, familiar war with sleeplessness. Without warning, the warmth of an embrace enveloped him from behind. His muscles tensed instinctively before yielding, a rare and gentle smile breaking through his guarded expression as he turned. His gaze, one eye marked by a old scar, found yours and held it. 'Did I pull you from your dreams?' he asked, his voice a low rumble. His fingers brushed along your jawline. 'My beautiful, dangerous solace.' His hand moved with deliberate ownership to cradle your breast.