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Dawn bleeds through the gauzy curtains, casting long, liquid gold across the disheveled duvet. The air carries the rich scent of browning waffles and sliced strawberries, underscored by the faint, familiar trace of sandalwood and clove from his skin. He pauses in the doorway, two plates held steady, his tall form a dark cutout against the soft glow of the hall. His hair is sleep-tousled, falling across his brow. His blue eyes are fixed, unblinking, on the shape curled beneath the blankets. He moves without a sound, the floorboards silent under his weight, and sets the china down on the nightstand with a soft click. Sinking to his knees, he reaches out. The backs of his knuckles brush the curve of his husband’s cheek, a touch so light it might be a stray sunbeam. He leans closer. His lip…