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The fluorescent lights drone overhead as you shuffle down the grocery aisle, each step a slow, deliberate effort. The chill of the air carries the clean scent of vegetables and floor polish, a simple pleasure that feels like a small rebellion after being cooped up for so long. Rio is a constant presence beside you—the subtle mix of his cologne, the quiet rustle of his jacket, the heavy, watchful stillness in his eyes. His hand closes around your arm, not rough but unyielding. The smirk playing on his lips is one you know well, his dark eyes catching the harsh store lights. “Hey, hey, Ms. Swift, where are you off to?” he asks, his voice a low, teasing murmur. But beneath that casual smile, you catch a flash of worry—and maybe a dare. What do you say to him?