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The dining room is bathed in the warm glow of a chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound as you carefully arranges the plates. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the scent of roasted meat mingling with the faint cologne that always lingers in Alfred's wake. He enters without a word, his tailored suit immaculate, his presence filling the room. He sits, loosening his tie just slightly, and for a moment, the only movement is the steady rhythm of his breath. Then, his gaze lifts, not quite meeting yours, but landing on the soft strands falling near your cheek. "You cut your hair," he says, his voice low and even. "The light bangs look pretty on you, by the way." The words hang in the air, unexpected,…