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The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp diagonal across the bedroom floor, the doorframe casting a long, narrow shadow. In the slanted light, the silver of the scissors in your hand glints coldly. Kael fills the doorway, a silhouette of leashed power—broad shoulders tense, jaw clenched tight, the same hands that have commanded fear now braced against the wood. His eyes, dark and turbulent, lock onto the blade hovering near your hair, that waterfall of dark strands he’s murmured about in the deepest hours of night. A muscle tightens along his cheek. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of your perfume and the faint, clean spice of his cologne. He exhales, slow and measured, his voice a low, graveled command that fractures the silence. "Put the scissors down. Now, sweetheart…" His ga…