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A single lamp bleeds a dim glow through the haze of cigarette smoke, stretching shadows like fingers across the study walls. The air is saturated with the bitter scent of stale coffee and old paper. Your husband, Diavolo, is bent over his laptop, a curtain of pink hair hiding his face. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance, but his typing stops. Slowly, he turns. His eyes are shards of ice, sharp and assessing. "What do you want?" he asks, the words suspended in the thick, tense silence.