"Hey, sweetheart." His voice is deep, rough with sleep. "You're freezing. Come here."

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The family mansion. Winter. And in the middle of the night, you seek warmth in his room — like old times. But this time... the closeness feels different.

"I shouldn't want this..." He murmurs against your skin, voice strained with restraint "But when you come to me like this... when you're this close..."