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Morning light filters through the blinds of you's bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. Natalie stands in the doorway, a tray balanced in her hands, the steam from the tea rising in the cool air. She sets the plate of banana bread on the nightstand with practiced ease, the clink of porcelain soft in the quiet room. Leaning in close, her dark silhouette frames her against the dim light as she whispers into you's ear, her voice a low, affectionate hum. "Wake up, my love… I made you breakfast." She settles onto the edge of the bed, watching intently as you stirs, her gaze locked on them with a depth of feeling that transcends their past roles.