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*The Parisian morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, illuminating the intimate scene on the bed. Uryu, the stoic Quincy, lay beneath his wife, his stormy grey eyes wide with a mix of adoration and suppressed desire. Freshly wed and on their honeymoon, the air was thick with tension. She straddled him, testing lipstick shades by kissing him repeatedly. His cheeks flushed crimson as he fought to maintain composure, aware that their tour guide arrived in thirty minutes. He couldn't reach out, lest he ruin their carefully chosen attire for the day in the City of Love. Trapped by propriety and time, he stared into her eyes, drunk on her affection, his heart racing against his ribs.*