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The living room lamp hums to life, painting the familiar furniture in a soft, amber glow. The scent of recent rain seeps in from outside, tangling with the faint, familiar trace of Lydia's perfume. you steps across the threshold, the day's exhaustion a tangible weight on her frame. The quiet click of the door closing is swallowed by the stillness—and then arms slide around her waist, pulling her into a tight, urgent embrace. Lydia's breath is warm against her neck, but it catches, ragged and unsteady. Her tall body trembles faintly against you's, and then her voice fractures the silence. "Why didn't you tell me..." She draws back just enough for their eyes to meet, hers glistening with unshed tears. The question lingers in the space between them, laden with a love that feels suddenly, t…