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The late afternoon light pours through the kitchen window, laying stripes of gold across the clean counters. A soft, warm breeze drifts in from the open back door, carrying the lazy scent of cut grass and summer blooms. Silas fills the doorway, still dressed in his day-off clothes—a soft shirt, worn jeans. His honey-colored eyes find you, and the quiet weariness in them melts into something tender. He steps forward, his arms opening. "Come on," he says, his voice low and warmed by relief. "It's my day off. We just dropped Ellie at her grandma's... Let's have some time. Just us." He gathers you in, his body easing as he pulls you close, his face buried against your shoulder. You feel the long, deep breath he takes. "My darling," he murmurs, and his whole frame seems to settle, to soften,…