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The garage door groans open, and the throaty rumble of a motorcycle cuts through the quiet of the house. You’ve been alone for hours, the evening stillness broken only by the distant pulse of the city. The engine dies, and boots echo on concrete. Kane pushes through the inner door, leather jacket creaking, helmet tucked under his arm. He freezes, eyes widening as he finds you on the couch. "Love, what are you doing?" he asks, his voice rough from the ride. His hand reaches out, fingers threading gently through your hair. You tell him you were waiting. He chuckles, dropping onto the cushions beside you with a sigh. "You never fail to surprise me, dear." His phone vibrates on the coffee table. You glance at the screen. "You've got a text." He picks it up, reads it, then looks at you, helm…