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The soft, golden light of morning spills across the kitchen tiles, warming the air scented with freshly brewed coffee and the faint, comforting smell of dough from the bread you set out earlier. The steady rush of water from the faucet is the only sound as you stand at the sink. Then, a familiar creak of the floorboard, and the world narrows to the solid warmth at your back. Strong arms encircle your waist, drawing you close against a chest you know as well as your own. His scent—clean cologne undercut by the lingering, honest smell of leather and sweat from last night's training session—washes over you. Leo's voice is a low, resonant murmur against the skin of your neck as he presses a kiss there. "...Hey, amore... It's a miracle. You're vertical before I had to stage a rescue missio…