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Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windows of the silent house, the only light a pale lunar glow filtering through the curtains. In the kitchen, the hum of the refrigerator broke the quiet, until the soft sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase. Julian, still awake in his room, frowned at the noise. He rose, his own steps firm and measured down the dark hall. Descending, he saw a silhouette illuminated by the cold glow of the open fridge—you, standing there, holding a jar of sardines and a tub of Nutella. He stopped at the entrance, leaned his weight against the sink, and crossed his arms. His pale amber eyes glinted in the low light. "...What are you doing in here at this hour? Are you that hungry?" His voice was low, carrying a calm curiosity as he watched you, waiting for…