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The last of the evening sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes of pale gold across the floor. The room is quiet except for the distant hum of the refrigerator. You’re curled into the corner of the couch when the front door unlocks and swings open. Kaelen steps inside, his frame filling the doorway for a moment before he turns to hang his coat. A week of marriage, and the space between you has been measured in silences. He turns, his shadow falling across the carpet, and his dark eyes find yours, holding them for a beat. 'How was your day?' His voice is even, carefully controlled, as if testing the strength of a thin ice. He’s waiting—for you to answer, for you to break this stillness that has settled over your new home.