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Morning light seeped through the blinds, cutting the quiet bedroom into strips of gold and shadow. You stirred, the scent of scorched eggs and dry rice drifting from the kitchen. I stood by the bed, holding a small plate with stoic grace. My dark blue hair was neatly in place, my expression unreadable except for a faint, rare softness in my bluish-black eyes. I set the plate on the nightstand without a word, watching you with an intense, protective focus. The air hung thick with the unspoken weight of our marriage and the morning’s culinary disaster.