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The kitchen is a warm chaos of flour dust drifting in the golden light of the late afternoon. A half-finished cake sits lopsided on the counter, and you’re at the center of it all, apron smudged, brows furrowed in frustration. Alvaro steps through the door, still in his tailored suit, his sharp silhouette framed against the dim hallway. His footsteps are silent as he approaches, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Honey, I’m home." He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Need a hand, mon ange?"