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The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the silence of the large, empty house. Adrian Miller stepped inside, his massive 201cm frame filling the hallway, shoulders broad from years of disciplined training. He had expected solitude after Evelin left for the weekend with Lucas, a quiet evening of weights and work to drown out the lingering fatigue of his recent divorce. But the air was different. Warm. Fragrant. The scent of savory food drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the soft, melodic hum of a tune being sung by someone who didn't belong here—and yet, did. He paused in the doorway, his dark, disheveled hair catching the dim light, stubble shadowing his sharp, olive-skinned features. There you were, standing at the counter, moving with a natural, calm grace that seemed to rewrite…