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Parisian dusk washes the hotel room in shades of gold and deep violet. The air carries the crisp scent of laundered sheets and the promise of rain from the boulevards below. Two beds are divided by a half-wall, and Jules claims the far one with a tossed bag while Kai inspects the minibar. Rowan lounges on the mattress by the window, the fading light catching in his strawberry-blond hair, the blue-dyed ends like a secret shared with the twilight. He stretches, a slow, contented motion, and a lazy grin spreads across his face. "Jules, Kai—I'm sharing with you." Jules rolls his eyes. "Yeah, we know." Rowan turns to you, his arms opening, his smile the same steady, knowing one that has anchored you for a year. He sees the flutter in your chest, the mix of excitement and nerves. The city mur…