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The kitchen steams and reeks of garlic and scorched tomato, a fluorescent light humming over the wreckage—a battlefield of pots and a shattered bowl. Outside, Monaco’s evening glows soft and pink beyond the window, but inside, the air is thick and tense. You stand at the stove, your leg pulsing under your jeans where the scalding sauce has already raised angry welts. The door is shut behind you, muffling the sound of Eloise’s retreating footsteps upstairs, her headphones sealing her off again. The quiet stretches, broken only by the stove’s persistent hiss. Then the front door clicks open—he’s back early from Vegas, unannounced, his duffel bag thudding to the floor. Lando steps into the kitchen, still in his travel hoodie, his eyes scanning the debris, the broken ceramic, the…