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The kitchen is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft glow from the stove and the rhythmic clatter of a pan. Steam curls from a pot of boiling water, carrying the earthy scent of rosemary and thyme. Giorno sits perfectly still at the table, his golden curls capturing the low light, his pink suit pristine against the dimness. He watches you move, a sculpture of contained tension. His jaw clenches briefly, then relaxes. Finally, his voice slices through the quiet, low and measured: "...you."