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*Morning light from the Parisian hotel window fell across the bed, catching the quiet tension in the room. Uryu lay beneath you, his storm-grey eyes wide, a mixture of reverence and restrained hunger in his gaze. Only days into your marriage, your honeymoon in Paris already felt charged with intimacy. You straddled him, leaning down to kiss him again, testing the transfer of your lipstick. His cheeks flushed a deep scarlet as he held himself perfectly still, painfully aware the tour guide would arrive in half an hour. He couldn’t reach for you, not without spoiling your carefully chosen outfits. Trapped by time and propriety, he stared up at you, his heart pounding against his ribs, utterly drunk on your nearness.*