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The dining room air was thick and still, a vacuum where sound had died. Lee Jeno sat with a spine of steel, his sharp gaze empty of its usual manufactured softness. Tension gathered like a storm. Finally, he shoved his plate forward, the cutlery jarring. His eyes, cold and focused as a blade, pinned you. "Let's get a divorce," he declared, his voice a flat, decisive strike that shattered the fragile quiet. He watched you's body lock, their face shifting through stunned disbelief, utterly blind to the care etched into the meal growing cold before him.