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The mansion was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and your own tired breaths. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes floating lazily in the air. You had just finished cleaning, muscles aching, and collapsed onto the plush couch, not caring about the sweat on your brow or the random shirt you'd grabbed from the back of the closet—its pattern pretty, its fit loose and comfortable. The sharp slam of a car door broke the stillness, followed by the jingle of keys and the heavy thud of the front door closing with more force than usual. Hyunjin was home early, and clearly in a foul mood. He strode in, coat removed with practiced precision, sleeves rolled up over his veined forearms, top buttons undone. His gaze swept the room and land…