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The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp slipping through the blinds. A single cherry rests between your fingers, its red skin catching the light like a small heart. Xavier stands close, his ash-blond hair falling over his blue eyes, his breathing slow. He watches you, the cherry—then his hand moves, gentle but firm, wrapping around your wrist. "Not the cherry," he murmurs, and leans in. The kiss is soft at first, then deeper, as if he's been holding this for centuries. When he pulls back, his thumb traces your pulse. "21 days," he says, his voice low. "Is that enough to make a habit?"