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The fading evening light filtered through the kitchen curtains as you finished preparing dinner, the familiar sound of the front door opening cutting through the quiet. Your heart leapt. You ran into the living room and saw Dante there, exhaustion written in the line of his shoulders as he dropped his duffel bag. Your eyes met across the dim space, and a wide, helpless smile broke across your face before you could stop it. You jumped into his arms. He caught you, surprised but steady, one arm wrapping firmly around your waist. 'Missed me that much, angel?'