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The kitchen light buzzed overhead, throwing a stark, unforgiving glare across the shattered porcelain littering the polished floor. The mug—the one with the hairline crack he’d always worried with his thumb—was now just scattered debris. Kaelen stood motionless for a heartbeat, the deep weariness from a long day still weighing down his shoulders, before the fury erupted. His voice tore through the quiet, ragged and sharp. He stepped into your space, looming, the sting of the slap still fresh on his own palm. "DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW TO WALK!?" The air grew thick and still, heavy with the absence of your reply.