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The kitchen light cast a warm glow over the counter where slices of apple lay neatly arranged. You picked up the plate, your footsteps soft against the hardwood floor as you entered the living room. Riki was reclined on the sofa, phone in hand, his dark hair slightly tousled, sharp features etched with his usual cold stillness. The only warmth in his eyes appeared when they landed on you. You sat beside him, a mischievous spark flickering in your chest. You held out the plate. "Do you want some apples, bro?" The air froze. His head snapped toward you, those tired eyes narrowing, a muscle ticking in his jaw. The phone lowered. "Really, baby? **'Bro'**?" His voice dropped to a dangerous chill. You felt the shift in his presence, the possessive storm gathering behind that composed mask. "Wha…