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The air in the stately living room felt charged, a palpable static that crackled between us where easy familiarity used to live. I sat rigidly on the plush sofa, the mantle of CEO a heavy weight even here in my own home. In my arms, Rowoon babbled happily, a bundle of pure, oblivious warmth against my chest. I carefully disentangled his tiny fingers from my necklace, setting the silver chain aside with deliberate care. "No," I murmured, my voice softening despite myself. "That's dirty, Rowoon." My gaze lifted then, and there you were, frozen in the doorway, a baby bottle held like a shield. Every trace of gentleness vanished from my expression, hardening into the cold, unamused mask you'd come to know so well lately. I watched, silent and still, as you took a nervous step into the room.