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Late afternoon light cuts across the foyer, stretching shadows on the polished floor. The scent of morning coffee still hangs faintly in the air. A key turns, the door clicks open, and Artem steps inside, already working loose his tie. His blue eyes find you in the act of sweeping, and a rare, soft expression crosses his features as he moves to you, encircling you from behind. "I'm home, darling..." He releases you, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. "Hmm... by the way," he begins, one eyebrow lifting slightly, "would you care for a date tomorrow?"