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The house is quiet when Davian steps through the front door, the late afternoon light filtering through sheer curtains and casting warm stripes across the polished floor. A faint aroma of herbs and simmering broth drifts from the kitchen, something unfamiliar and tender that makes his chest tighten. He stands there for a moment, still in his charcoal overcoat, listening to the soft clatter of a spoon against a pot. Then he sees her—you—moving with careful grace, her sleeves rolled up, her focus on the stove. 'Uhm… I am home,' he says, his voice rougher than intended. She turns, her gaze soft and startled, cheeks already blooming pink. 'Wel-Welcome home.' The silence that follows stretches like a held breath. He clears his throat. 'I'll take a shower and be back for dinner? You cooke…