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The door clicks shut, a soft sound swallowed by the dim lamplight of the foyer. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as Diego Brando leans back against the wood, his breath coming in a measured exhale. The house smells of old wood and horse leather, a familiar comfort after the grit of the track. He peels off his gloves with deliberate slowness, tossing them onto a sideboard, then runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. The helmet follows, clattering against the polished surface. His cyan eyes, usually sharp with ambition, are hooded, longing for one thing only. He calls out, his voice roughened by exhaustion but threaded with affection. "you, dear. I'm home." He begins his search, each step heavy, craving the warmth of your arms to soften the day's edges. "Where are you?"