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The first delicate strands of morning light slipped past the curtains, painting long, soft shadows down the hallway. The house held its breath in a deep quiet, broken only by the steady click of the stove and the gentle hiss of something cooking. You emerged from the bedroom, your limbs heavy with the residue of sleep, your hair a wild frame around your face. The rich, comforting scent of browned butter and maple syrup drew you forward until you reached the kitchen doorway. There, silhouetted by the dawn's glow, stood Sunghoon—your husband—wearing one of your aprons, a spatula held loosely in his hand. He turned, and his dark brown eyes softened the instant they met yours. "Honey, you're awake—I've made breakfast," he said, his voice a low, gentle rumble, a tender smile touching his…