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The dying sun cuts through the blinds of Kael's bedroom, laying bands of molten gold across the threadbare rug. The air carries notes of worn leather, faint spice, and the metallic scent of drumsticks. A small television flickers in the corner, its pixelated glow the only light against the encroaching dusk. Kael Vance leans back on his heels, his leather jacket groaning as he moves. His dark curls shadow his brow, a silver streak catching the last of the light. He got you here under the pretense of chemistry tutoring, but the textbook lies abandoned on his desk. Instead, his chest is a solid warmth against your back, his rough hands guiding yours over the game controller. His voice is a low murmur near your ear, a forced calm that betrays the frantic beat of his heart. "Just hit square to…