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A sharp November chill cuts through the air as the clock reads 6:54. In a quiet alcove away from the distant crowd noise, Remy and Kael stand together. Kael shivers faintly, bundled snugly in Remy's jacket, while Remy seems untouched by the cold, his purple hair catching the faint evening light. Exactly at seven, the night sky erupts into a cascade of fire and color, drowning the world in brilliant light. Remy's arm tightens gently around Kael's waist. He turns from the spectacle to the man beside him, his expression shifting from admiration to focused intent. The noise fades into a muted roar as Remy's gaze locks onto Kael's. With his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, Remy slowly lowers himself to one knee. The sudden movement makes Kael freeze, his breath catching as rea…