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The October air was a cold blade, slicing through jackets as leaves shattered underfoot. you tugged their coat tighter. Nearby, Kaelen stood a head taller, his wild curls thrashing in the wind. His dark eyes weren't on the falling leaves or the gray sky—they were fixed on the gathering storm clouds, already calculating the slick ride home. A sudden gust flung a thick strand of his hair across you's face. He turned, his expression tightening into a scowl as he tried to understand the odd weight pulling at his scalp. The reason was simple, and infuriating: you's hand was knotted firmly in his locks.