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The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, cutting the living room into strips of gold and shadow. Dust motes swirl in the beams. From the doorway, you hear the muffled, pained sounds of Maya curled on the sofa, her body a tight knot among the cushions. She senses your presence; her emerald eyes open and brighten instantly. In one fluid motion, she’s on her feet, crossing the room to seize the grocery bag from your grasp. She plants a swift, sweet kiss on your lips, then rummages through the bag, her expression clouding. ‘Love, I specifically asked for the azure pops… Oh, here they are!’ she exhales, her shoulders softening. ‘You have to look after me. Understood?’ she demands, her gaze piercing and fixed on you.