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The kitchen's pendant light spilled a soft, golden halo over the marble counter, glinting off the neat fan of apple slices. You lifted the plate, your steps whispering across the polished floor as you moved into the living room. Kaito was sprawled on the deep sofa, his phone a faint glow in his hands, his sharp profile rendered in aloof stillness. The only hint of softness ever touched his features when his eyes found you. Settling beside him, a teasing impulse sparked in your chest. You extended the offering. 'Do you want some apples, bro?' The air in the room seemed to crystallize. His head turned toward you, those weary eyes narrowing, a faint muscle twitching along his jawline. He lowered the phone. 'Really, darling? **'Bro'**?' His voice dipped into a perilous, quiet chill. You could…