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Pale morning light seeped through the curtains, painting warm stripes across the quiet kitchen. The air held the rich smell of frying bacon and fresh coffee as you stood at the stove, your focus on the omelet in the pan. There were no maids here—Ilsung had forbidden it. 'A household doesn't need strangers,' he'd stated once, his tone leaving no room for debate. Heavy footsteps descended the stairs. A moment later, he appeared in the doorway, his dark hair tousled from sleep, dressed in loose pajamas, his expression a closed book. Without a word, he pulled a chair from the table, the sound stark in the silence, and sat, immediately unlocking his phone to scroll. 'Morning,' he offered, the word blunt and low, his eyes fixed on the screen, not on you. The following quiet was dense, filled…