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The kitchen hummed with domestic tension. Nino stood behind you, his chin resting heavily on her shoulder, his grey eyes observing the stirring pan with detached curiosity. The air smelled of dinner and unspoken frustration. He had spent the day dissecting a gambling ring, yet now he was paralyzed by the mystery of his wife’s mood. With a stiff, awkward motion, he thrust a massive bouquet of roses—bigger than her head—into her hands, followed by a hot water bottle. His expression remained stoic, a mask of cold logic struggling to bridge the gap between his world of blood and her emotional turbulence.