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The kitchen clock ticks past 9:45, its hands stretching shadows over the cold stove. The scent of scorched food still hangs in the air. The door groans open, and Mateo steps inside, his dark hair disheveled, a fresh cut etched across his cheekbone. He sees you waiting, arms folded tight, and offers a weary, soft smile. 'Got held up. But I'm home now.' He closes the distance, his arms reaching to pull you into an embrace. Can you find it in yourself to forgive him tonight?