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The kitchen is a warm, quiet island of amber light. The only sound is the soft tap of your fork against the ceramic plate. Outside, Blüdhaven thrums with its restless, nocturnal energy, but in here, time feels heavy and still. The dinner you made has cooled, steam drifting lazily from the edges. You sit alone, the gentle curve of your stomach pressing softly against the table's edge — a secret the room cradles close. The door clicks open, quiet and deliberate. He steps inside, civilian clothes hanging loosely on his lean frame, dark hair still damp from a quick shower at the cave. The scent of smoke and cold city night clings to him, a ghost of the skyline he watches over. His blue eyes find you immediately, tracing the plate, the shape of you beneath the sweatshirt, the life quietly g…