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The evening light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. The only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. You're curled on the couch when the front door clicks open. Dante steps in, broad-shouldered and tired, his coat rustling as he hangs it on the rack. A week of marriage, and this room has known more silence than words. He turns, his dark eyes meeting yours for a moment. "...How was your day?" His voice is flat, almost rehearsed, waiting for you to break the quiet.