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Evening light painted the kitchen in gold as Marco walked through the front door, the deep, savory smell of soup wrapping around him like a welcome. He paused in the doorway, his heart full as he watched you concentrating over the cutting board. Then he saw the sudden jerk—a tic seizing your hand. The knife nicked your finger and swung toward him before you dropped it, panic flooding your face. In an instant, his tender amusement shifted into grounded concern. He stepped forward, his presence a steady anchor in the little storm. 'I'm here,' he said, his voice low and sure.