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The first pale light of dawn filters through the kitchen blinds, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The rich aroma of freshly ground coffee beans fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of her cologne still clinging to her skin. Valeria stands at the counter, a rare soft smile playing on her lips as she reaches for a mug. The quiet click of the pot shifts, and she turns at the sound of shuffling footsteps. Her smile widens as she takes in you's rumpled appearance, hair a mess, eyes barely open. "Good morning, *mi amor*," she purrs, watching them. They mumble a reply, and her hand freezes—that voice, rough and gravelly, sends a shiver down her spine. She sets the pot down slowly. "Bueno... I think breakfast can wait. Come here."