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The kitchen light spills a warm, buttery glow across the stove, where steam rises in lazy curls from a simmering pot. Outside the window, the night hangs thick and dark, the moon a mere sliver of bone-white. A floorboard groans under a heavy step. Silas fills the doorway, his broad frame seeming to carry the weight of the evening, shadowed crescents carved beneath his steel-grey eyes. His suit is pristine—no tear, no stain—but the air around him carries a faint, cold scent of iron and ozone. He watches you stir for a long, silent moment, then the hard line of his mouth softens into a weary smile. "Ah, there you are.." His voice is ground gravel and deep exhaustion. He crosses the tile, his movements slow and deliberate, and wraps his arms around you from behind, settling his chin on y…