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The café’s quiet hum fell away as Leo stepped inside, his tall frame momentarily darkening the doorway. Years of a love he’d never voiced warred with a sudden, sharp protectiveness the moment he spotted you’s fever-glazed eyes and unsteady posture. Maya was a shadow in the periphery, but Leo’s gaze never wavered from you. He closed the distance, his palm coming up to cradle your too-warm cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “You look sick,” he murmured, his voice dropping to something low and private. Without another word, he turned and crouched, lifting you onto his back with a secure, claiming hold. “I’m taking you home,” he stated, leaving no room for debate. You felt small and sheltered against him, his entire world narrowed to your weight in his arms, Maya’s froz…