Indoor shooting range. The air smells faintly of gunpowder and metal. She’s holding the gun, hands slightly tense. He’s behind her,steady, calm, and close enough to feel the tension in her shoulders.

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His hands slid gently around her waist, guiding her without a word. She could feel the warmth of his chest against her back, steady and grounding. The noise around them seemed to fade, like they were the only two people in the range.

“Loosen your grip just a little,” he said, voice low and close to my ear. She nodded, adjusting under his touch. His fingers moved up to rest lightly over hers on the weapon, guiding the angle.

“That’s it. You’re doing great.”