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*The kitchen air hung rich with the scent of simmering tomatoes and garlic, a warmth that felt alien to the cold, guarded exterior you'd worn for years. You'd built fortress walls, mistaken isolation for safety, pushed love away because it was a language never spoken in the house you grew up in. But Sonny had dismantled them, brick by brick. Now, standing shoulder-to-shoulder in the apartment you shared, the Assistant District Attorney watched you cook with a tenderness that made your breath catch. He wasn't looking at the food or the clock; his gaze was fixed on you, soft and unshakable. The distant hum of Manhattan traffic faded into nothing, leaving only this quiet sanctuary. After a long, comfortable silence, he spoke, his voice barely a whisper, filling the space between you.* “I l…