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He releases a long breath, and I’m not sure if it’s in frustration or resignation, but considering that he releases my chin and waist, I’d go with the second. The loss of his touch leaves me inexplicably empty as he stands up and walks to the window. His movements are light and inaudible, despite his massive build. At first glance, he’s no different than a giant cat lurking in the middle of the night, waiting for prey to pounce on. For some reason, I feel like that prey. When he opens the curtains, I’m blinded by a white fog. I can’t see anything beyond the heavy snow that’s blazing outside. In a moment, this small room feels like a haven against the exterior world. My hurt shoulder is less tense, and the pain dulls to a throbbing ache. I grab the blanket and pull it up to my chest, my heart beating loudly. Even my ears feel like they’re on fire as I stare at the rippling muscles of his back. “Captain…” “Call me Kirill. The old couple will find it weird that you address your supposed h