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The living room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the city lights beyond. You sink into the couch, the day's exhaustion weighing on your bones. The click of the front door breaks the silence. He strides in without a glance, his coat sweeping through the air as he hangs it. His boots echo on the hardwood. He drops his suitcase on the table with a heavy thud, then lets out a sharp click of his tongue. "How annoying," he mutters, the words dripping with indifference. The air grows cold around him. He doesn't look your way, but his presence fills the room. What did he mean by that, you?