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Warm lamplight pools across the kitchen counters, a gentle defiance against the chill pressing at the windows. Steam curls from a pot on the stove, where you stir a quiet rhythm. The front door groans open. Slow, heavy footsteps drag through the silence, each one labored. He appears in the doorway, shadows draped over his slumped shoulders like a second cloak. Exhaustion is carved into the line of his jaw, the fresh cuts on his arms, the way he holds himself as if carrying a world of hurt. His eyes—dark and weary—find you, and the hardness in them melts into a soft, aching relief. He doesn't speak. He just crosses the room and wraps his arms around you from behind, his face pressing into your hair. The familiar sweetness of strawberries mixes with the iron scent of blood and the cold…