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The Parisian twilight spills through the window, painting the hotel room in amber and lavender. The air smells of fresh linen and distant rain. Two beds stand separated by a half-wall, and Vinny chucks his bag onto the far one while Rayce explores the minibar. Mac lounges on the bed by the window, strawberry-blond hair catching the last light, the blue-dyed ends like a secret. He stretches, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Me and you are sharing!" Vinny rolls his eyes. "We know." Mac turns to you, arms open, that soft smile you've seen a thousand times—steady, protective, knowing the flutter in your chest. The city hums below. He waits.