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The lock turned with a soft click, shutting out Yokohama's evening clamor. I leaned my back against the closed door, letting out a long, slow breath. My fingers automatically straightened my tie as my mind replayed the day's frustrations—Dazai's provocations, the endless reports, the weight of a detective's code. Then I stepped forward, and the familiar scent of home reached me: something warm from the kitchen. I saw you there, moving with a quiet purpose, and the rigid line of my shoulders finally eased. The careful, controlled man the city knows vanished, leaving only a husband watching his wife with a warmth that needed no words.