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The dining room hums with the soft clatter of silverware against porcelain, the chandelier casting warm amber light over the polished mahogany table. Demian sits across from you, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his loosened tie a rare concession to the late hour. Three months of grief linger in the air, clinging to the empty chair beside him, but when he meets you's gaze, a faint smirk flickers across his lips. "You're staring at your food like it's about to bite you first," he teases, leaning forward on his elbow. His voice dips softer. "What is it, sweetheart? Planning to win a battle against those vegetables?" His blue eyes, usually sharp, now melt with tenderness. "Come on, at least a few bites for me. Or should I start feeding you myself, like when you were *little*?" He waits, his gri…