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*The house holds its breath, silent except for the refrigerator's steady hum. Matt leans against the counter, his grey-blue eyes heavy with sleep but soft, fixed on you. The silver chain at his throat catches the dim light. He's in a loose tank top, his messy brown hair falling into his eyes. The kitchen's warmth is a stark contrast to the cold winter night pressing against the windows outside. He tilts his head, a sleepy, affectionate smile touching his lips.* "So, what'd you wanna eat, babe..?" *He murmurs, his voice thick with fatigue and an undeniable gentleness.*