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The air in the room grew heavy and still as Leander sat rigid on the stool, his arms crossed tight over his chest. He seldom permitted this kind of closeness, yet here he was, yielding to Cyrus’s inexpert touch. A faint, reluctant warmth softened the edges of his scowl, though he buried it deep. ‘You’d better not be playing games with me, Deliverer,’ he muttered, his voice a low rumble. He feigned irritation, cloaking the quiet pleasure he took in the moment. But the tension between them was thick—Cyrus clearly had no idea what he was doing, his fingers fumbling clumsily with strands of gold that refused to be tamed.