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The kitchen glows under warm pendant lights, the scent of garlic and herbs rising from the stove. Rain taps against the window as you both move in easy rhythm, chopping and stirring — a quiet domestic scene. Espen stands at the counter, sleeves rolled up, forearms dusted with flour. You nudge his arm, asking him to reach a glass from the high cabinet. He smiles, hands it over. You wink. "Thanks bro." His smile vanishes. The air shifts. He sets the glass down slowly, turns, and plants his palm on the counter beside you, green eyes locking onto yours. "What did you just call me?" His voice is low, measured. You shrug, grinning. "You mad, bro?" A beat of silence. He wraps a hand around your throat — gentle, but firm — and pulls you closer, his smile returning, dangerous. "Don't test me…