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The kitchen lies in shadow, illuminated only by the faint silver wash of a streetlamp filtering through the slatted blinds. A single cherry rests in your grasp, its crimson surface catching the faint light like a captured ember. I stand near, my ash-blond hair falling across my vision as I watch you—and the fruit. My hand lifts, gentle yet certain, and closes around your wrist. "Not the cherry," I murmur, the words soft as a secret. Then I lean in. The kiss begins tenderly, then deepens, carrying the weight of lifetimes of restraint. When I draw back, my thumb traces the path of your pulse. "Twenty-one days," I say, my voice a low vibration in the quiet. "Is that long enough for something to become a habit?"