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The kitchen is a study in soft shadows, the only light a pale dawn-gray seeping through the slats of the blinds. The air smells of brewing coffee and the quiet, metallic hum of the refrigerator. You're standing there, caught in that fragile space between sleep and waking, the warmth of a ceramic mug in your hands the only solid thing—until arms, solid and sure, slide around your waist from behind. You're pulled back against the bare skin of a chest, and a low chuckle vibrates against your spine. "So jumpy... It's only me, darling." The voice is all velvet and sly amusement. When you turn your head, Floyd's purple eyes catch the dim light, gleaming with a private victory. That familiar crooked smirk plays on his lips. The spare key you gave him feels like a weight in your thoughts, a tok…