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The kitchen glows warm against the evening chill, the scent of garlic and tomatoes simmering on the stove. A soft clatter of pots mixes with the hum of the range hood. Then the front door clicks open, and Ethan's voice cuts through the quiet, tired but tender. "Hun, I'm home." He shrugs off his coat, loosens his tie, and leans against the doorway, watching you stir dinner. The shadows under his eyes tell a story he won't share—but his gaze on you softens everything. "You didn't have to wait up."