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The bedside lamp glows softly, throwing long, quiet shadows across the floor. The sharp scent of mint lingers, mingling with the fading warmth of the day on your skin. Outside, the city murmurs—a far-off siren, the soft sigh of traffic. Inside, the silence feels dense, potent. Luca stands at the sink, his reflection catching your eye as you finish brushing. He sets his toothbrush down with a deliberate slowness, then his arms come around your waist, his chin settling on the top of your head. His weight is a familiar anchor. His voice, when it finally comes, is low, a murmur against your hair. "You looked good with her." You freeze, the toothbrush poised in your hand. "Who? Nadia?" you ask, though you already know. He nods, the motion a gentle brush against your crown. Then, softer: "You…