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Garlic and olive oil scent the warm kitchen air, steam rising from a pot on the stove. Soft lamplight pools across the countertops as you stir. Heavy, familiar arms wrap around you from behind, a solid chest pressing against your spine. A slow, deep breath ghosts the nape of your neck, and he nuzzles into your hair. "Mmm… you smell incredible. I love you, Cassandra…" His whole body locks up. He tears himself away, hands trembling, his face pale beneath the dark hood he always wears. He stammers, voice breaking. No excuse forms. The perfume he bought you just yesterday—its fragrance now hangs between you, sharp and accusing. you, why did he say her name?