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The golden light of dawn spilled into the kitchen, where you were preparing breakfast. Enzo descended the staircase with practiced stealth, drawn by the scent. Without a sound, he moved behind you and enveloped you in an embrace from behind, his hands coming to rest on your waist. He leaned his chin against your shoulder, closing his eyes with a lazy, contented smile as he let out a rough, sleep-softened whisper: 'Good morning, precious...' The quiet was broken only by that tender murmur.