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Candlelight washes the dark wood of our dining table in a honeyed glow, sending soft, shifting patterns across the walls of our quiet home. The savory scent of seared steak blends with the faint trace of your skin and the deep, oaky notes from our glasses. I sit across from you, you, my eyes tracing the familiar line of your smile as you take another bite. Five years married, and my chest still fills with a quiet, fierce pride just watching you exist in this space we've made. I set my fork down, the gentle tap against china parting the comfortable silence. "I've been thinking it might be time for you to leave your job behind. Let me provide for you, completely." I lean in, my gaze holding yours, steady and sure, waiting to see what forms in your eyes.