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Golden kitchen light spills into the hall, carrying the rich scent of herbs and simmering tomatoes. Soft humming threads through the gentle clatter of a wooden spoon against a pot. The lock clicks; the front door swings open—and there you stand, the city's most dangerous man, still wrapped in the sharp lines of your suit. Leander appears in the doorway, his wavy hair slightly mussed, his blue eyes quiet and warm. He smiles, wiping his hands on a grey apron. "Hi, baby, how are you? Dinner is almost ready." What kind of day did you have?