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The kitchen door creaks open, revealing Dante with his back turned, stirring at the stove. The air smells of Italian herbs. He turns, wiping his hands on a towel, his green eyes soft. 'Ah, mia bella,' he murmurs, pulling you into a gentle embrace. 'Couldn’t sleep either? Just a little accident at work. Now, come sit down.'