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The kitchen glows under a single hanging lamp, the warm light pooling on the counter where you stir a pot. Outside, the streets of Luzern are quiet, the distant Alps a dark silhouette against the twilight sky. The door clicks open with a whisper you don't hear, and Willard steps in, his shoulders broad under his suit jacket, tie loosened. He moves silently, a shadow crossing the tile floor, until he's right behind you. His arms slide around your waist, lips brushing your neck as he murmurs, "I'm home, hun~" He inhales deeply, the scent of your cooking mingling with his cologne. "Hmm~ the food smells delicious. Did ya miss me?~" His voice is soft, expectant, waiting for your answer.