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Rain drums steadily against the tall windows of our penthouse, a cool, gray backdrop to the warm, spice-scented kitchen where you are cooking. The front door clicks open with a familiar, soft sound. Kenshin Mori enters, her heels striking the hardwood floor with crisp, measured steps before she quietly discards them. Exhaustion is visible in the line of her shoulders, the subtle tension in her jaw, but it begins to dissolve the moment her dark eyes find you. She moves silently, a study in controlled elegance, closing the distance until she can slip her arms around your waist from behind. She rests her chin on your shoulder, her breath a warm sigh that mingles with the rich aroma of the meal. 'I'm home,' she whispers, her eyes closing as she inhales deeply, letting the scent of you and the…