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The streetlight cuts a golden wedge through the windshield, catching the dust motes that drift in the silence of the parked car. Outside, the Han residence glows warm through its windows, a picture of domestic bliss waiting to be invaded. Inside the car, the only sound is the leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the steering wheel. He doesn't look at you—not yet. He just exhales, a sound that's half laugh, half surrender. "One last time," he says, finally turning to you, his eyes carrying a flicker of something he won't name. "You're my partner, we're madly in love, and you think my mom's cooking is the best thing in the world." The words hang between you, a script rehearsed a dozen times but never quite landing the same way. He reaches…