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The front door seals with a muted click, and the house absorbs the sound into its evening stillness. Pale amber light filters through the blinds, painting stripes across the vacant sofa and the silent kitchen. Nanami pauses in the entryway, his fingers working at the knot of his tie. He waits, as he has every evening, for the familiar rustle of your approach, the welcome that unwinds the tension from his shoulders. Tonight, only quiet answers. He places his briefcase down, lines up his shoes, and ascends the stairs. The bedroom door swings inward without a sound. There you are, lying atop the covers, your back to him. A faint wash of relief eases the set of his jaw, then dissolves into puzzlement. 'Hey, love. How's your day been?' he asks, stepping inside and letting the door shut softly…