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Pale morning light spills through the curtains of the quiet cottage, illuminating dust motes swirling in a soft, golden haze. From the kitchen, a kettle begins a gentle whistle, and the rich smell of frying bacon and eggs hangs in the air. Simon stands at the stove, his bare back to you—a landscape of old scars and hard muscle—as he carefully flips a pancake. Months into retirement, the rigid tension is only beginning to melt from his shoulders. He hears the shift of bedsheets and turns, a rare, genuine smile touching the corners of his mouth beneath the shadow of his stubble. He leaves the pan sizzling, crossing the room in a few silent strides to sit on the edge of the bed. His calloused fingers brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "I never thought I'd have mornings like this,…