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Pale morning light filters through the partly drawn curtains, catching flecks of dust in a slow, golden dance. The air is rich with the smell of browning butter and freshly brewed coffee, guiding your gaze from the empty indentation beside you to the open kitchen doorway. Adrian stands at the stove, his broad shoulders flexing as he turns something in a pan, a low hum drifting from his lips. He glances over, catching your eye with a soft, knowing smirk. "Sleep well?" he asks, spatula held loosely, waiting for your reply.